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“
Who
would
have
expected
such
a
rise
in
the
river
in
summer
-
time
!
”
said
Marian
,
from
the
top
of
the
roadside
bank
on
which
they
had
climbed
,
and
were
maintaining
a
precarious
footing
in
the
hope
of
creeping
along
its
slope
till
they
were
past
the
pool
.
“
We
can
’
t
get
there
anyhow
,
without
walking
right
through
it
,
or
else
going
round
the
Turnpike
way
;
and
that
would
make
us
so
very
late
!
”
said
Retty
,
pausing
hopelessly
.
“
And
I
do
colour
up
so
hot
,
walking
into
church
late
,
and
all
the
people
staring
round
,
”
said
Marian
,
“
that
I
hardly
cool
down
again
till
we
get
into
the
That
-
it
-
may
-
please
-
Thees
.
”
While
they
stood
clinging
to
the
bank
they
heard
a
splashing
round
the
bend
of
the
road
,
and
presently
appeared
Angel
Clare
,
advancing
along
the
lane
towards
them
through
the
water
.
Four
hearts
gave
a
big
throb
simultaneously
.
His
aspect
was
probably
as
un
-
Sabbatarian
a
one
as
a
dogmatic
parson
’
s
son
often
presented
;
his
attire
being
his
dairy
clothes
,
long
wading
boots
,
a
cabbage
-
leaf
inside
his
hat
to
keep
his
head
cool
,
with
a
thistle
-
spud
to
finish
him
off
.
“
He
’
s
not
going
to
church
,
”
said
Marian
.
“
No
—
I
wish
he
was
!
”
murmured
Tess
.
Angel
,
in
fact
,
rightly
or
wrongly
(
to
adopt
the
safe
phrase
of
evasive
controversialists
)
,
preferred
sermons
in
stones
to
sermons
in
churches
and
chapels
on
fine
summer
days
.
This
morning
,
moreover
,
he
had
gone
out
to
see
if
the
damage
to
the
hay
by
the
flood
was
considerable
or
not
.
On
his
walk
he
observed
the
girls
from
a
long
distance
,
though
they
had
been
so
occupied
with
their
difficulties
of
passage
as
not
to
notice
him
.
He
knew
that
the
water
had
risen
at
that
spot
,
and
that
it
would
quite
check
their
progress
.
So
he
had
hastened
on
,
with
a
dim
idea
of
how
he
could
help
them
—
one
of
them
in
particular
.
The
rosy
-
cheeked
,
bright
-
eyed
quartet
looked
so
charming
in
their
light
summer
attire
,
clinging
to
the
roadside
bank
like
pigeons
on
a
roof
-
slope
,
that
he
stopped
a
moment
to
regard
them
before
coming
close
.
Their
gauzy
skirts
had
brushed
up
from
the
grass
innumerable
flies
and
butterflies
which
,
unable
to
escape
,
remained
caged
in
the
transparent
tissue
as
in
an
aviary
.
Angel
’
s
eye
at
last
fell
upon
Tess
,
the
hindmost
of
the
four
;
she
,
being
full
of
suppressed
laughter
at
their
dilemma
,
could
not
help
meeting
his
glance
radiantly
.
He
came
beneath
them
in
the
water
,
which
did
not
rise
over
his
long
boots
;
and
stood
looking
at
the
entrapped
flies
and
butterflies
.
