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With
the
impulse
of
a
soul
who
could
feel
for
kindred
sufferers
as
much
as
for
herself
,
Tess
’
s
first
thought
was
to
put
the
still
living
birds
out
of
their
torture
,
and
to
this
end
with
her
own
hands
she
broke
the
necks
of
as
many
as
she
could
find
,
leaving
them
to
lie
where
she
had
found
them
till
the
game
-
keepers
should
come
—
as
they
probably
would
come
—
to
look
for
them
a
second
time
.
“
Poor
darlings
—
to
suppose
myself
the
most
miserable
being
on
earth
in
the
sight
o
’
such
misery
as
yours
!
”
she
exclaimed
,
her
tears
running
down
as
she
killed
the
birds
tenderly
.
“
And
not
a
twinge
of
bodily
pain
about
me
!
I
be
not
mangled
,
and
I
be
not
bleeding
,
and
I
have
two
hands
to
feed
and
clothe
me
.
”
She
was
ashamed
of
herself
for
her
gloom
of
the
night
,
based
on
nothing
more
tangible
than
a
sense
of
condemnation
under
an
arbitrary
law
of
society
which
had
no
foundation
in
Nature
.
It
was
now
broad
day
,
and
she
started
again
,
emerging
cautiously
upon
the
highway
.
But
there
was
no
need
for
caution
;
not
a
soul
was
at
hand
,
and
Tess
went
onward
with
fortitude
,
her
recollection
of
the
birds
’
silent
endurance
of
their
night
of
agony
impressing
upon
her
the
relativity
of
sorrows
and
the
tolerable
nature
of
her
own
,
if
she
could
once
rise
high
enough
to
despise
opinion
.
But
that
she
could
not
do
so
long
as
it
was
held
by
Clare
.
She
reached
Chalk
-
Newton
,
and
breakfasted
at
an
inn
,
where
several
young
men
were
troublesomely
complimentary
to
her
good
looks
.
Somehow
she
felt
hopeful
,
for
was
it
not
possible
that
her
husband
also
might
say
these
same
things
to
her
even
yet
?
She
was
bound
to
take
care
of
herself
on
the
chance
of
it
,
and
keep
off
these
casual
lovers
.
To
this
end
Tess
resolved
to
run
no
further
risks
from
her
appearance
.
As
soon
as
she
got
out
of
the
village
she
entered
a
thicket
and
took
from
her
basket
one
of
the
oldest
field
-
gowns
,
which
she
had
never
put
on
even
at
the
dairy
—
never
since
she
had
worked
among
the
stubble
at
Marlott
.
She
also
,
by
a
felicitous
thought
,
took
a
handkerchief
from
her
bundle
and
tied
it
round
her
face
under
her
bonnet
,
covering
her
chin
and
half
her
cheeks
and
temples
,
as
if
she
were
suffering
from
toothache
.
Then
with
her
little
scissors
,
by
the
aid
of
a
pocket
looking
-
glass
,
she
mercilessly
nipped
her
eyebrows
off
,
and
thus
insured
against
aggressive
admiration
she
went
on
her
uneven
way
.
“
What
a
mommet
of
a
maid
!
”
said
the
next
man
who
met
her
to
a
companion
.
Tears
came
into
her
eyes
for
very
pity
of
herself
as
she
heard
him
.
“
But
I
don
’
t
care
!
”
she
said
.
“
O
no
—
I
don
’
t
care
!
I
’
ll
always
be
ugly
now
,
because
Angel
is
not
here
,
and
I
have
nobody
to
take
care
of
me
.
My
husband
that
was
is
gone
away
,
and
never
will
love
me
any
more
;
but
I
love
him
just
the
same
,
and
hate
all
other
men
,
and
like
to
make
’
em
think
scornfully
of
me
!
”
Thus
Tess
walks
on
;
a
figure
which
is
part
of
the
landscape
;
a
fieldwoman
pure
and
simple
,
in
winter
guise
;
a
gray
serge
cape
,
a
red
woollen
cravat
,
a
stuff
skirt
covered
by
a
whitey
-
brown
rough
wrapper
,
and
buff
-
leather
gloves
.
Every
thread
of
that
old
attire
has
become
faded
and
thin
under
the
stroke
of
raindrops
,
the
burn
of
sunbeams
,
and
the
stress
of
winds
.
There
is
no
sign
of
young
passion
in
her
now
—
The
maiden
’
s
mouth
is
cold
Fold
over
simple
fold
