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There
was
something
subdued
in
Jonathan
Kail
’
s
tone
which
had
not
been
there
in
the
day
,
and
lines
of
concern
were
ploughed
upon
his
forehead
in
addition
to
the
lines
of
years
.
He
continued
—
“
We
’
ve
all
been
gallied
at
the
dairy
at
what
might
ha
’
been
a
most
terrible
affliction
since
you
and
your
Mis
’
ess
—
so
to
name
her
now
—
left
us
this
a
’
ternoon
.
Perhaps
you
ha
’
nt
forgot
the
cock
’
s
afternoon
crow
?
”
“
Dear
me
;
—
what
—
”
“
Well
,
some
says
it
do
mane
one
thing
,
and
some
another
;
but
what
’
s
happened
is
that
poor
little
Retty
Priddle
hev
tried
to
drown
herself
.
”
“
No
!
Really
!
Why
,
she
bade
us
goodbye
with
the
rest
—
”
“
Yes
.
Well
,
sir
,
when
you
and
your
Mis
’
ess
—
so
to
name
what
she
lawful
is
—
when
you
two
drove
away
,
as
I
say
,
Retty
and
Marian
put
on
their
bonnets
and
went
out
;
and
as
there
is
not
much
doing
now
,
being
New
Year
’
s
Eve
,
and
folks
mops
and
brooms
from
what
’
s
inside
’
em
,
nobody
took
much
notice
.
They
went
on
to
Lew
-
Everard
,
where
they
had
summut
to
drink
,
and
then
on
they
vamped
to
Dree
-
armed
Cross
,
and
there
they
seemed
to
have
parted
,
Retty
striking
across
the
water
-
meads
as
if
for
home
,
and
Marian
going
on
to
the
next
village
,
where
there
’
s
another
public
-
house
.
Nothing
more
was
zeed
or
heard
o
’
Retty
till
the
waterman
,
on
his
way
home
,
noticed
something
by
the
Great
Pool
;
’
twas
her
bonnet
and
shawl
packed
up
.
In
the
water
he
found
her
.
He
and
another
man
brought
her
home
,
thinking
a
’
was
dead
;
but
she
fetched
round
by
degrees
.
”
Angel
,
suddenly
recollecting
that
Tess
was
overhearing
this
gloomy
tale
,
went
to
shut
the
door
between
the
passage
and
the
ante
-
room
to
the
inner
parlour
where
she
was
;
but
his
wife
,
flinging
a
shawl
round
her
,
had
come
to
the
outer
room
and
was
listening
to
the
man
’
s
narrative
,
her
eyes
resting
absently
on
the
luggage
and
the
drops
of
rain
glistening
upon
it
.
“
And
,
more
than
this
,
there
’
s
Marian
;
she
’
s
been
found
dead
drunk
by
the
withy
-
bed
—
a
girl
who
hev
never
been
known
to
touch
anything
before
except
shilling
ale
;
though
,
to
be
sure
,
‘
a
was
always
a
good
trencher
-
woman
,
as
her
face
showed
.
It
seems
as
if
the
maids
had
all
gone
out
o
’
their
minds
!
”
