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Cuthbert
Clare
,
who
had
been
the
one
to
find
them
,
picked
them
up
for
her
with
the
crook
of
his
stick
;
and
Tess
’
s
boots
were
appropriated
.
She
,
who
had
heard
this
,
walked
past
under
the
screen
of
her
woollen
veil
,
till
,
presently
looking
back
,
she
perceived
that
the
church
party
had
left
the
gate
with
her
boots
and
retreated
down
the
hill
.
Thereupon
our
heroine
resumed
her
walk
.
Tears
,
blinding
tears
,
were
running
down
her
face
.
She
knew
that
it
was
all
sentiment
,
all
baseless
impressibility
,
which
had
caused
her
to
read
the
scene
as
her
own
condemnation
;
nevertheless
she
could
not
get
over
it
;
she
could
not
contravene
in
her
own
defenceless
person
all
those
untoward
omens
.
It
was
impossible
to
think
of
returning
to
the
Vicarage
.
Angel
’
s
wife
felt
almost
as
if
she
had
been
hounded
up
that
hill
like
a
scorned
thing
by
those
—
to
her
—
superfine
clerics
.
Innocently
as
the
slight
had
been
inflicted
,
it
was
somewhat
unfortunate
that
she
had
encountered
the
sons
and
not
the
father
,
who
,
despite
his
narrowness
,
was
far
less
starched
and
ironed
than
they
,
and
had
to
the
full
the
gift
of
charity
.
As
she
again
though
of
her
dusty
boots
she
almost
pitied
those
habiliments
for
the
quizzing
to
which
they
had
been
subjected
,
and
felt
how
hopeless
life
was
for
their
owner
.
“
Ah
!
”
she
said
,
still
sighing
in
pity
of
herself
,
“
THEY
didn
’
t
know
that
I
wore
those
over
the
roughest
part
of
the
road
to
save
these
pretty
ones
HE
bought
for
me
—
no
—
they
did
not
know
it
!
And
they
didn
’
t
think
that
HE
chose
the
colour
o
’
my
pretty
frock
—
no
—
how
could
they
?
If
they
had
known
perhaps
they
would
not
have
cared
,
for
they
don
’
t
care
much
for
him
,
poor
thing
!
”
Then
she
grieved
for
the
beloved
man
whose
conventional
standard
of
judgement
had
caused
her
all
these
latter
sorrows
;
and
she
went
her
way
without
knowing
that
the
greatest
misfortune
of
her
life
was
this
feminine
loss
of
courage
at
the
last
and
critical
moment
through
her
estimating
her
father
-
in
-
law
by
his
sons
.
Her
present
condition
was
precisely
one
which
would
have
enlisted
the
sympathies
of
old
Mr
and
Mrs
Clare
.
Their
hearts
went
out
of
them
at
a
bound
towards
extreme
cases
,
when
the
subtle
mental
troubles
of
the
less
desperate
among
mankind
failed
to
win
their
interest
or
regard
.
In
jumping
at
Publicans
and
Sinners
they
would
forget
that
a
word
might
be
said
for
the
worries
of
Scribes
and
Pharisees
;
and
this
defect
or
limitation
might
have
recommended
their
own
daughter
-
in
-
law
to
them
at
this
moment
as
a
fairly
choice
sort
of
lost
person
for
their
love
.
Thereupon
she
began
to
plod
back
along
the
road
by
which
she
had
come
not
altogether
full
of
hope
,
but
full
of
a
conviction
that
a
crisis
in
her
life
was
approaching
.
No
crisis
,
apparently
,
had
supervened
;
and
there
was
nothing
left
for
her
to
do
but
to
continue
upon
that
starve
-
acre
farm
till
she
could
again
summon
courage
to
face
the
Vicarage
.
She
did
,
indeed
,
take
sufficient
interest
in
herself
to
throw
up
her
veil
on
this
return
journey
,
as
if
to
let
the
world
see
that
she
could
at
least
exhibit
a
face
such
as
Mercy
Chant
could
not
show
.
But
it
was
done
with
a
sorry
shake
of
the
head
.
“
It
is
nothing
—
it
is
nothing
!
”
she
said
.
“
Nobody
loves
it
;
nobody
sees
it
.
Who
cares
about
the
looks
of
a
castaway
like
me
!
”
Her
journey
back
was
rather
a
meander
than
a
march
.
It
had
no
sprightliness
,
no
purpose
;
only
a
tendency
.
Along
the
tedious
length
of
Benvill
Lane
she
began
to
grow
tired
,
and
she
leant
upon
gates
and
paused
by
milestones
.
She
did
not
enter
any
house
till
,
at
the
seventh
or
eighth
mile
,
she
descended
the
steep
long
hill
below
which
lay
the
village
or
townlet
of
Evershead
,
where
in
the
morning
she
had
breakfasted
with
such
contrasting
expectations
.
The
cottage
by
the
church
,
in
which
she
again
sat
down
,
was
almost
the
first
at
that
end
of
the
village
,
and
while
the
woman
fetched
her
some
milk
from
the
pantry
,
Tess
,
looking
down
the
street
,
perceived
that
the
place
seemed
quite
deserted
.
“
The
people
are
gone
to
afternoon
service
,
I
suppose
?
”
she
said
.
