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How
curious
you
are
to
me
!
—
resolve
upon
a
plan
for
plunging
into
that
world
anew
.
But
behold
,
the
absorbing
scene
had
been
imported
hither
.
What
had
been
the
engrossing
world
had
dissolved
into
an
uninteresting
outer
dumb
-
show
;
while
here
,
in
this
apparently
dim
and
unimpassioned
place
,
novelty
had
volcanically
started
up
,
as
it
had
never
,
for
him
,
started
up
elsewhere
.
Every
window
of
the
house
being
open
Clare
could
hear
across
the
yard
each
trivial
sound
of
the
retiring
household
.
The
dairy
-
house
,
so
humble
,
so
insignificant
,
so
purely
to
him
a
place
of
constrained
sojourn
that
he
had
never
hitherto
deemed
it
of
sufficient
importance
to
be
reconnoitred
as
an
object
of
any
quality
whatever
in
the
landscape
;
what
was
it
now
?
The
aged
and
lichened
brick
gables
breathed
forth
“
Stay
!
”
The
windows
smiled
,
the
door
coaxed
and
beckoned
,
the
creeper
blushed
confederacy
.
A
personality
within
it
was
so
far
-
reaching
in
her
influence
as
to
spread
into
and
make
the
bricks
,
mortar
,
and
whole
overhanging
sky
throb
with
a
burning
sensibility
.
Whose
was
this
mighty
personality
?
A
milkmaid
’
s
.
It
was
amazing
,
indeed
,
to
find
how
great
a
matter
the
life
of
the
obscure
dairy
had
become
to
him
.
And
though
new
love
was
to
be
held
partly
responsible
for
this
it
was
not
solely
so
.
Many
besides
Angel
have
learnt
that
the
magnitude
of
lives
is
not
as
to
their
external
displacements
,
but
as
to
their
subjective
experiences
.
The
impressionable
peasant
leads
a
larger
,
fuller
,
more
dramatic
life
than
the
pachydermatous
king
.
Looking
at
it
thus
he
found
that
life
was
to
be
seen
of
the
same
magnitude
here
as
elsewhere
.
Despite
his
heterodoxy
,
faults
,
and
weaknesses
,
Clare
was
a
man
with
a
conscience
.
Tess
was
no
insignificant
creature
to
toy
with
and
dismiss
;
but
a
woman
living
her
precious
life
—
a
life
which
,
to
herself
who
endured
or
enjoyed
it
,
possessed
as
great
a
dimension
as
the
life
of
the
mightiest
to
himself
.
Upon
her
sensations
the
whole
world
depended
to
Tess
;
through
her
existence
all
her
fellow
-
creatures
existed
,
to
her
.
The
universe
itself
only
came
into
being
for
Tess
on
the
particular
day
in
the
particular
year
in
which
she
was
born
.
This
consciousness
upon
which
he
had
intruded
was
the
single
opportunity
of
existence
ever
vouchsafed
to
Tess
by
an
unsympathetic
First
Cause
—
her
all
;
her
every
and
only
chance
.
How
then
should
he
look
upon
her
as
of
less
consequence
than
himself
;
as
a
pretty
trifle
to
caress
and
grow
weary
of
;
and
not
deal
in
the
greatest
seriousness
with
the
affection
which
he
knew
that
he
had
awakened
in
her
—
so
fervid
and
so
impressionable
as
she
was
under
her
reserve
;
in
order
that
it
might
not
agonize
and
wreck
her
?
To
encounter
her
daily
in
the
accustomed
manner
would
be
to
develop
what
had
begun
.
Living
in
such
close
relations
,
to
meet
meant
to
fall
into
endearment
;
flesh
and
blood
could
not
resist
it
;
and
,
having
arrived
at
no
conclusion
as
to
the
issue
of
such
a
tendency
,
he
decided
to
hold
aloof
for
the
present
from
occupations
in
which
they
would
be
mutually
engaged
.
As
yet
the
harm
done
was
small
.
But
it
was
not
easy
to
carry
out
the
resolution
never
to
approach
her
.
He
was
driven
towards
her
by
every
heave
of
his
pulse
.
He
thought
he
would
go
and
see
his
friends
.
It
might
be
possible
to
sound
them
upon
this
.
