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Prince
required
but
slight
attention
,
lacking
energy
for
superfluous
movements
of
any
sort
.
With
no
longer
a
companion
to
distract
her
,
Tess
fell
more
deeply
into
reverie
than
ever
,
her
back
leaning
against
the
hives
.
The
mute
procession
past
her
shoulders
of
trees
and
hedges
became
attached
to
fantastic
scenes
outside
reality
,
and
the
occasional
heave
of
the
wind
became
the
sigh
of
some
immense
sad
soul
,
conterminous
with
the
universe
in
space
,
and
with
history
in
time
.
Then
,
examining
the
mesh
of
events
in
her
own
life
,
she
seemed
to
see
the
vanity
of
her
father
’
s
pride
;
the
gentlemanly
suitor
awaiting
herself
in
her
mother
’
s
fancy
;
to
see
him
as
a
grimacing
personage
,
laughing
at
her
poverty
,
and
her
shrouded
knightly
ancestry
.
Everything
grew
more
and
more
extravagant
,
and
she
no
longer
knew
how
time
passed
.
A
sudden
jerk
shook
her
in
her
seat
,
and
Tess
awoke
from
the
sleep
into
which
she
,
too
,
had
fallen
.
They
were
a
long
way
further
on
than
when
she
had
lost
consciousness
,
and
the
waggon
had
stopped
.
A
hollow
groan
,
unlike
anything
she
had
ever
heard
in
her
life
,
came
from
the
front
,
followed
by
a
shout
of
“
Hoi
there
!
”
The
lantern
hanging
at
her
waggon
had
gone
out
,
but
another
was
shining
in
her
face
—
much
brighter
than
her
own
had
been
.
Something
terrible
had
happened
.
The
harness
was
entangled
with
an
object
which
blocked
the
way
.
In
consternation
Tess
jumped
down
,
and
discovered
the
dreadful
truth
.
The
groan
has
proceeded
from
her
father
’
s
poor
horse
Prince
.
The
morning
mail
-
cart
,
with
its
two
noiseless
wheels
,
speeding
along
these
lanes
like
an
arrow
,
as
it
always
did
,
had
driven
into
her
slow
and
unlighted
equipage
.
The
pointed
shaft
of
the
cart
had
entered
the
breast
of
the
unhappy
Prince
like
a
sword
,
and
from
the
wound
his
life
’
s
blood
was
spouting
in
a
stream
,
and
falling
with
a
hiss
into
the
road
.
In
her
despair
Tess
sprang
forward
and
put
her
hand
upon
the
hole
,
with
the
only
result
that
she
became
splashed
from
face
to
skirt
with
the
crimson
drops
.
Then
she
stood
helplessly
looking
on
.
Prince
also
stood
firm
and
motionless
as
long
as
he
could
;
till
he
suddenly
sank
down
in
a
heap
.
By
this
time
the
mail
-
cart
man
had
joined
her
,
and
began
dragging
and
unharnessing
the
hot
form
of
Prince
.
But
he
was
already
dead
,
and
,
seeing
that
nothing
more
could
be
done
immediately
,
the
mail
-
cart
man
returned
to
his
own
animal
,
which
was
uninjured
.
“
You
was
on
the
wrong
side
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
am
bound
to
go
on
with
the
mail
-
bags
,
so
that
the
best
thing
for
you
to
do
is
bide
here
with
your
load
.
I
’
ll
send
somebody
to
help
you
as
soon
as
I
can
.
It
is
getting
daylight
,
and
you
have
nothing
to
fear
.
”
He
mounted
and
sped
on
his
way
;
while
Tess
stood
and
waited
.
The
atmosphere
turned
pale
,
the
birds
shook
themselves
in
the
hedges
,
arose
,
and
twittered
;
the
lane
showed
all
its
white
features
,
and
Tess
showed
hers
,
still
whiter
.
The
huge
pool
of
blood
in
front
of
her
was
already
assuming
the
iridescence
of
coagulation
;
and
when
the
sun
rose
a
hundred
prismatic
hues
were
reflected
from
it
.
Prince
lay
alongside
still
and
stark
;
his
eyes
half
open
,
the
hole
in
his
chest
looking
scarcely
large
enough
to
have
let
out
all
that
had
animated
him
.
