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She
remained
with
her
comrades
till
dusk
,
and
participated
with
a
certain
zest
in
the
dancing
;
though
,
being
heart
-
whole
as
yet
,
she
enjoyed
treading
a
measure
purely
for
its
own
sake
;
little
divining
when
she
saw
“
the
soft
torments
,
the
bitter
sweets
,
the
pleasing
pains
,
and
the
agreeable
distresses
”
of
those
girls
who
had
been
wooed
and
won
,
what
she
herself
was
capable
of
in
that
kind
.
The
struggles
and
wrangles
of
the
lads
for
her
hand
in
a
jig
were
an
amusement
to
her
—
no
more
;
and
when
they
became
fierce
she
rebuked
them
.
She
might
have
stayed
even
later
,
but
the
incident
of
her
father
’
s
odd
appearance
and
manner
returned
upon
the
girl
’
s
mind
to
make
her
anxious
,
and
wondering
what
had
become
of
him
she
dropped
away
from
the
dancers
and
bent
her
steps
towards
the
end
of
the
village
at
which
the
parental
cottage
lay
.
While
yet
many
score
yards
off
,
other
rhythmic
sounds
than
those
she
had
quitted
became
audible
to
her
;
sounds
that
she
knew
well
—
so
well
.
They
were
a
regular
series
of
thumpings
from
the
interior
of
the
house
,
occasioned
by
the
violent
rocking
of
a
cradle
upon
a
stone
floor
,
to
which
movement
a
feminine
voice
kept
time
by
singing
,
in
a
vigorous
gallopade
,
the
favourite
ditty
of
“
The
Spotted
Cow
”
—
I
saw
her
lie
do
’
—
own
in
yon
’
—
der
green
gro
’
—
ove
;
Come
,
love
!
’
and
I
’
ll
tell
’
you
where
!
’
The
cradle
-
rocking
and
the
song
would
cease
simultaneously
for
a
moment
,
and
an
explanation
at
highest
vocal
pitch
would
take
the
place
of
the
melody
.
“
God
bless
thy
diment
eyes
!
And
thy
waxen
cheeks
!
And
thy
cherry
mouth
!
And
thy
Cubit
’
s
thighs
!
And
every
bit
o
’
thy
blessed
body
!
”
After
this
invocation
the
rocking
and
the
singing
would
recommence
,
and
the
“
Spotted
Cow
”
proceed
as
before
.
So
matters
stood
when
Tess
opened
the
door
,
and
paused
upon
the
mat
within
it
surveying
the
scene
.
The
interior
,
in
spite
of
the
melody
,
struck
upon
the
girl
’
s
senses
with
an
unspeakable
dreariness
.
From
the
holiday
gaieties
of
the
field
—
the
white
gowns
,
the
nosegays
,
the
willow
-
wands
,
the
whirling
movements
on
the
green
,
the
flash
of
gentle
sentiment
towards
the
stranger
—
to
the
yellow
melancholy
of
this
one
-
candled
spectacle
,
what
a
step
!
Besides
the
jar
of
contrast
there
came
to
her
a
chill
self
-
reproach
that
she
had
not
returned
sooner
,
to
help
her
mother
in
these
domesticities
,
instead
of
indulging
herself
out
-
of
-
doors
.
