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The
dull
sky
soon
began
to
tell
its
meaning
by
sending
down
herald
-
drops
of
rain
,
and
the
stagnant
air
of
the
day
changed
into
a
fitful
breeze
which
played
about
their
faces
.
The
quick
-
silvery
glaze
on
the
rivers
and
pools
vanished
;
from
broad
mirrors
of
light
they
changed
to
lustreless
sheets
of
lead
,
with
a
surface
like
a
rasp
.
But
that
spectacle
did
not
affect
her
preoccupation
.
Her
countenance
,
a
natural
carnation
slightly
embrowned
by
the
season
,
had
deepened
its
tinge
with
the
beating
of
the
rain
-
drops
;
and
her
hair
,
which
the
pressure
of
the
cows
’
flanks
had
,
as
usual
,
caused
to
tumble
down
from
its
fastenings
and
stray
beyond
the
curtain
of
her
calico
bonnet
,
was
made
clammy
by
the
moisture
,
till
it
hardly
was
better
than
seaweed
.
“
I
ought
not
to
have
come
,
I
suppose
,
”
she
murmured
,
looking
at
the
sky
.
“
I
am
sorry
for
the
rain
,
”
said
he
.
“
But
how
glad
I
am
to
have
you
here
!
”
Remote
Egdon
disappeared
by
degree
behind
the
liquid
gauze
.
The
evening
grew
darker
,
and
the
roads
being
crossed
by
gates
it
was
not
safe
to
drive
faster
than
at
a
walking
pace
.
The
air
was
rather
chill
.
“
I
am
so
afraid
you
will
get
cold
,
with
nothing
upon
your
arms
and
shoulders
,
”
he
said
.
“
Creep
close
to
me
,
and
perhaps
the
drizzle
won
’
t
hurt
you
much
.
I
should
be
sorrier
still
if
I
did
not
think
that
the
rain
might
be
helping
me
.
”
She
imperceptibly
crept
closer
,
and
he
wrapped
round
them
both
a
large
piece
of
sail
-
cloth
,
which
was
sometimes
used
to
keep
the
sun
off
the
milk
-
cans
.
Tess
held
it
from
slipping
off
him
as
well
as
herself
,
Clare
’
s
hands
being
occupied
.
“
Now
we
are
all
right
again
.
Ah
—
no
we
are
not
!
It
runs
down
into
my
neck
a
little
,
and
it
must
still
more
into
yours
.
That
’
s
better
.
Your
arms
are
like
wet
marble
,
Tess
.
Wipe
them
in
the
cloth
.
Now
,
if
you
stay
quiet
,
you
will
not
get
another
drop
.
Well
,
dear
—
about
that
question
of
mine
—
that
long
-
standing
question
?
”
The
only
reply
that
he
could
hear
for
a
little
while
was
the
smack
of
the
horse
’
s
hoofs
on
the
moistening
road
,
and
the
cluck
of
the
milk
in
the
cans
behind
them
.
