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Still
no
answer
came
from
Tess
.
There
seemed
only
one
escape
for
her
hunted
soul
.
She
suddenly
took
to
her
heels
with
the
speed
of
the
wind
,
and
,
without
looking
behind
her
,
ran
along
the
road
till
she
came
to
a
gate
which
opened
directly
into
a
plantation
.
Into
this
she
plunged
,
and
did
not
pause
till
she
was
deep
enough
in
its
shade
to
be
safe
against
any
possibility
of
discovery
.
Under
foot
the
leaves
were
dry
,
and
the
foliage
of
some
holly
bushes
which
grew
among
the
deciduous
trees
was
dense
enough
to
keep
off
draughts
.
She
scraped
together
the
dead
leaves
till
she
had
formed
them
into
a
large
heap
,
making
a
sort
of
nest
in
the
middle
.
Into
this
Tess
crept
.
Such
sleep
as
she
got
was
naturally
fitful
;
she
fancied
she
heard
strange
noises
,
but
persuaded
herself
that
they
were
caused
by
the
breeze
.
She
thought
of
her
husband
in
some
vague
warm
clime
on
the
other
side
of
the
globe
,
while
she
was
here
in
the
cold
.
Was
there
another
such
a
wretched
being
as
she
in
the
world
?
Tess
asked
herself
;
and
,
thinking
of
her
wasted
life
,
said
,
“
All
is
vanity
.
”
She
repeated
the
words
mechanically
,
till
she
reflected
that
this
was
a
most
inadequate
thought
for
modern
days
.
Solomon
had
thought
as
far
as
that
more
than
two
thousand
years
ago
;
she
herself
,
though
not
in
the
van
of
thinkers
,
had
got
much
further
.
If
all
were
only
vanity
,
who
would
mind
it
?
All
was
,
alas
,
worse
than
vanity
—
injustice
,
punishment
,
exaction
,
death
.
The
wife
of
Angel
Clare
put
her
hand
in
her
brow
,
and
felt
its
curve
,
and
the
edges
of
her
eye
-
sockets
perceptible
under
the
soft
skin
,
and
thought
as
she
did
so
that
a
time
would
come
when
that
bone
would
be
bare
.
“
I
wish
it
were
now
,
”
she
said
.
In
the
midst
of
these
whimsical
fancies
she
heard
a
new
strange
sound
among
the
leaves
.
It
might
be
the
wind
;
yet
there
was
scarcely
any
wind
.
Sometimes
it
was
a
palpitation
,
sometimes
a
flutter
;
sometimes
it
was
a
sort
of
gasp
or
gurgle
.
Soon
she
was
certain
that
the
noises
came
from
wild
creatures
of
some
kind
,
the
more
so
when
,
originating
in
the
boughs
overhead
,
they
were
followed
by
the
fall
of
a
heavy
body
upon
the
ground
.
Had
she
been
ensconced
here
under
other
and
more
pleasant
conditions
she
would
have
become
alarmed
;
but
,
outside
humanity
,
she
had
at
present
no
fear
.
Day
at
length
broke
in
the
sky
.
When
it
had
been
day
aloft
for
some
little
while
it
became
day
in
the
wood
.
Directly
the
assuring
and
prosaic
light
of
the
world
’
s
active
hours
had
grown
strong
she
crept
from
under
her
hillock
of
leaves
,
and
looked
around
boldly
.
Then
she
perceived
what
had
been
going
on
to
disturb
her
.
The
plantation
wherein
she
had
taken
shelter
ran
down
at
this
spot
into
a
peak
,
which
ended
it
hitherward
,
outside
the
hedge
being
arable
ground
.
Under
the
trees
several
pheasants
lay
about
,
their
rich
plumage
dabbled
with
blood
;
some
were
dead
,
some
feebly
twitching
a
wing
,
some
staring
up
at
the
sky
,
some
pulsating
quickly
,
some
contorted
,
some
stretched
out
—
all
of
them
writhing
in
agony
,
except
the
fortunate
ones
whose
tortures
had
ended
during
the
night
by
the
inability
of
nature
to
bear
more
.
Tess
guessed
at
once
the
meaning
of
this
.
The
birds
had
been
driven
down
into
this
corner
the
day
before
by
some
shooting
-
party
;
and
while
those
that
had
dropped
dead
under
the
shot
,
or
had
died
before
nightfall
,
had
been
searched
for
and
carried
off
,
many
badly
wounded
birds
had
escaped
and
hidden
themselves
away
,
or
risen
among
the
thick
boughs
,
where
they
had
maintained
their
position
till
they
grew
weaker
with
loss
of
blood
in
the
night
-
time
,
when
they
had
fallen
one
by
one
as
she
had
heard
them
.
She
had
occasionally
caught
glimpses
of
these
men
in
girlhood
,
looking
over
hedges
,
or
peeping
through
bushes
,
and
pointing
their
guns
,
strangely
accoutred
,
a
bloodthirsty
light
in
their
eyes
.
She
had
been
told
that
,
rough
and
brutal
as
they
seemed
just
then
,
they
were
not
like
this
all
the
year
round
,
but
were
,
in
fact
,
quite
civil
persons
save
during
certain
weeks
of
autumn
and
winter
,
when
,
like
the
inhabitants
of
the
Malay
Peninsula
,
they
ran
amuck
,
and
made
it
their
purpose
to
destroy
life
—
in
this
case
harmless
feathered
creatures
,
brought
into
being
by
artificial
means
solely
to
gratify
these
propensities
—
at
once
so
unmannerly
and
so
unchivalrous
towards
their
weaker
fellows
in
Nature
’
s
teeming
family
