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They
walked
on
together
,
and
soon
reached
the
farmhouse
,
which
was
almost
sublime
in
its
dreariness
.
There
was
not
a
tree
within
sight
;
there
was
not
,
at
this
season
,
a
green
pasture
—
nothing
but
fallow
and
turnips
everywhere
;
in
large
fields
divided
by
hedges
plashed
to
unrelieved
levels
.
Tess
waited
outside
the
door
of
the
farmhouse
till
the
group
of
workfolk
had
received
their
wages
,
and
then
Marian
introduced
her
.
The
farmer
himself
,
it
appeared
,
was
not
at
home
,
but
his
wife
,
who
represented
him
this
evening
,
made
no
objection
to
hiring
Tess
,
on
her
agreeing
to
remain
till
Old
Lady
-
Day
.
Female
field
-
labour
was
seldom
offered
now
,
and
its
cheapness
made
it
profitable
for
tasks
which
women
could
perform
as
readily
as
men
.
Having
signed
the
agreement
,
there
was
nothing
more
for
Tess
to
do
at
present
than
to
get
a
lodging
,
and
she
found
one
in
the
house
at
whose
gable
-
wall
she
had
warmed
herself
.
It
was
a
poor
subsistence
that
she
had
ensured
,
but
it
would
afford
a
shelter
for
the
winter
at
any
rate
.
That
night
she
wrote
to
inform
her
parents
of
her
new
address
,
in
case
a
letter
should
arrive
at
Marlott
from
her
husband
But
she
did
not
tell
them
of
the
sorriness
of
her
situation
:
it
might
have
brought
reproach
upon
him
.
There
was
no
exaggeration
in
Marian
’
s
definition
of
Flintcomb
-
Ash
farm
as
a
starve
-
acre
place
.
The
single
fat
thing
on
the
soil
was
Marian
herself
;
and
she
was
an
importation
.
Of
the
three
classes
of
village
,
the
village
cared
for
by
its
lord
,
the
village
cared
for
by
itself
,
and
the
village
uncared
for
either
by
itself
or
by
its
lord
(
in
other
words
,
the
village
of
a
resident
squires
’
s
tenantry
,
the
village
of
free
or
copy
-
holders
,
and
the
absentee
-
owner
’
s
village
,
farmed
with
the
land
)
this
place
,
Flintcomb
-
Ash
,
was
the
third
.
But
Tess
set
to
work
.
Patience
,
that
blending
of
moral
courage
with
physical
timidity
,
was
now
no
longer
a
minor
feature
in
Mrs
Angel
Clare
;
and
it
sustained
her
.
The
swede
-
field
in
which
she
and
her
companion
were
set
hacking
was
a
stretch
of
a
hundred
odd
acres
,
in
one
patch
,
on
the
highest
ground
of
the
farm
,
rising
above
stony
lanchets
or
lynchets
—
the
outcrop
of
siliceous
veins
in
the
chalk
formation
,
composed
of
myriads
of
loose
white
flints
in
bulbous
,
cusped
,
and
phallic
shapes
.
The
upper
half
of
each
turnip
had
been
eaten
off
by
the
live
-
stock
,
and
it
was
the
business
of
the
two
women
to
grub
up
the
lower
or
earthy
half
of
the
root
with
a
hooked
fork
called
a
hacker
,
that
it
might
be
eaten
also
.
Every
leaf
of
the
vegetable
having
already
been
consumed
,
the
whole
field
was
in
colour
a
desolate
drab
;
it
was
a
complexion
without
features
,
as
if
a
face
,
from
chin
to
brow
,
should
be
only
an
expanse
of
skin
.
The
sky
wore
,
in
another
colour
,
the
same
likeness
;
a
white
vacuity
of
countenance
with
the
lineaments
gone
.
So
these
two
upper
and
nether
visages
confronted
each
other
all
day
long
,
the
white
face
looking
down
on
the
brown
face
,
and
the
brown
face
looking
up
at
the
white
face
,
without
anything
standing
between
them
but
the
two
girls
crawling
over
the
surface
of
the
former
like
flies
.
Nobody
came
near
them
,
and
their
movements
showed
a
mechanical
regularity
;
their
forms
standing
enshrouded
in
Hessian
“
wroppers
”
—
sleeved
brown
pinafores
,
tied
behind
to
the
bottom
,
to
keep
their
gowns
from
blowing
about
—
scant
skirts
revealing
boots
that
reached
high
up
the
ankles
,
and
yellow
sheepskin
gloves
with
gauntlets
.
The
pensive
character
which
the
curtained
hood
lent
to
their
bent
heads
would
have
reminded
the
observer
of
some
early
Italian
conception
of
the
two
Marys
.
