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They
worked
on
hour
after
hour
,
unconscious
of
the
forlorn
aspect
they
bore
in
the
landscape
,
not
thinking
of
the
justice
or
injustice
of
their
lot
.
Even
in
such
a
position
as
theirs
it
was
possible
to
exist
in
a
dream
.
In
the
afternoon
the
rain
came
on
again
,
and
Marian
said
that
they
need
not
work
any
more
.
But
if
they
did
not
work
they
would
not
be
paid
;
so
they
worked
on
.
It
was
so
high
a
situation
,
this
field
,
that
the
rain
had
no
occasion
to
fall
,
but
raced
along
horizontally
upon
the
yelling
wind
,
sticking
into
them
like
glass
splinters
till
they
were
wet
through
.
Tess
had
not
known
till
now
what
was
really
meant
by
that
.
There
are
degrees
of
dampness
,
and
a
very
little
is
called
being
wet
through
in
common
talk
.
But
to
stand
working
slowly
in
a
field
,
and
feel
the
creep
of
rain
-
water
,
first
in
legs
and
shoulders
,
then
on
hips
and
head
,
then
at
back
,
front
,
and
sides
,
and
yet
to
work
on
till
the
leaden
light
diminishes
and
marks
that
the
sun
is
down
,
demands
a
distinct
modicum
of
stoicism
,
even
of
valour
.
Yet
they
did
not
feel
the
wetness
so
much
as
might
be
supposed
.
They
were
both
young
,
and
they
were
talking
of
the
time
when
they
lived
and
loved
together
at
Talbothays
Dairy
,
that
happy
green
tract
of
land
where
summer
had
been
liberal
in
her
gifts
;
in
substance
to
all
,
emotionally
to
these
.
Tess
would
fain
not
have
conversed
with
Marian
of
the
man
who
was
legally
,
if
not
actually
,
her
husband
;
but
the
irresistible
fascination
of
the
subject
betrayed
her
into
reciprocating
Marian
’
s
remarks
.
And
thus
,
as
has
been
said
,
though
the
damp
curtains
of
their
bonnets
flapped
smartly
into
their
faces
,
and
their
wrappers
clung
about
them
to
wearisomeness
,
they
lived
all
this
afternoon
in
memories
of
green
,
sunny
,
romantic
Talbothays
.
“
You
can
see
a
gleam
of
a
hill
within
a
few
miles
o
’
Froom
Valley
from
here
when
’
tis
fine
,
”
said
Marian
.
“
Ah
!
Can
you
?
”
said
Tess
,
awake
to
the
new
value
of
this
locality
.
So
the
two
forces
were
at
work
here
as
everywhere
,
the
inherent
will
to
enjoy
,
and
the
circumstantial
will
against
enjoyment
.
Marian
’
s
will
had
a
method
of
assisting
itself
by
taking
from
her
pocket
as
the
afternoon
wore
on
a
pint
bottle
corked
with
white
rag
,
from
which
she
invited
Tess
to
drink
.
Tess
’
s
unassisted
power
of
dreaming
,
however
,
being
enough
for
her
sublimation
at
present
,
she
declined
except
the
merest
sip
,
and
then
Marian
took
a
pull
from
the
spirits
.
“
I
’
ve
got
used
to
it
,
”
she
said
,
“
and
can
’
t
leave
it
off
now
.
’
Tis
my
only
comfort
—
You
see
I
lost
him
:
you
didn
’
t
;
and
you
can
do
without
it
perhaps
.
”
Tess
thought
her
loss
as
great
as
Marian
’
s
,
but
upheld
by
the
dignity
of
being
Angel
’
s
wife
,
in
the
letter
at
least
,
she
accepted
Marian
’
s
differentiation
.
Amid
this
scene
Tess
slaved
in
the
morning
frosts
and
in
the
afternoon
rains
.
When
it
was
not
swede
-
grubbing
it
was
swede
-
trimming
,
in
which
process
they
sliced
off
the
earth
and
the
fibres
with
a
bill
-
hook
before
storing
the
roots
for
future
use
.
At
this
occupation
they
could
shelter
themselves
by
a
thatched
hurdle
if
it
rained
;
but
if
it
was
frosty
even
their
thick
leather
gloves
could
not
prevent
the
frozen
masses
they
handled
from
biting
their
fingers
.
Still
Tess
hoped
.
She
had
a
conviction
that
sooner
or
later
the
magnanimity
which
she
persisted
in
reckoning
as
a
chief
ingredient
of
Clare
’
s
character
would
lead
him
to
rejoin
her
.
