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To
think
of
what
emanated
from
that
countenance
when
she
saw
it
last
,
and
to
behold
it
now
!
.
.
.
There
was
the
same
handsome
unpleasantness
of
mien
,
but
now
he
wore
neatly
trimmed
,
old
-
fashioned
whiskers
,
the
sable
moustache
having
disappeared
;
and
his
dress
was
half
-
clerical
,
a
modification
which
had
changed
his
expression
sufficiently
to
abstract
the
dandyism
from
his
features
,
and
to
hinder
for
a
second
her
belief
in
his
identity
.
To
Tess
’
s
sense
there
was
,
just
at
first
,
a
ghastly
BIZARRERIE
,
a
grim
incongruity
,
in
the
march
of
these
solemn
words
of
Scripture
out
of
such
a
mouth
.
This
too
familiar
intonation
,
less
than
four
years
earlier
,
had
brought
to
her
ears
expressions
of
such
divergent
purpose
that
her
heart
became
quite
sick
at
the
irony
of
the
contrast
.
It
was
less
a
reform
than
a
transfiguration
.
The
former
curves
of
sensuousness
were
now
modulated
to
lines
of
devotional
passion
.
The
lip
-
shapes
that
had
meant
seductiveness
were
now
made
to
express
supplication
;
the
glow
on
the
cheek
that
yesterday
could
be
translated
as
riotousness
was
evangelized
today
into
the
splendour
of
pious
rhetoric
;
animalism
had
become
fanaticism
;
Paganism
Paulinism
;
the
bold
rolling
eye
that
had
flashed
upon
her
form
in
the
old
time
with
such
mastery
now
beamed
with
the
rude
energy
of
a
theolatry
that
was
almost
ferocious
.
Those
black
angularities
which
his
face
had
used
to
put
on
when
his
wishes
were
thwarted
now
did
duty
in
picturing
the
incorrigible
backslider
who
would
insist
upon
turning
again
to
his
wallowing
in
the
mire
.
The
lineaments
,
as
such
,
seemed
to
complain
.
They
had
been
diverted
from
their
hereditary
connotation
to
signify
impressions
for
which
Nature
did
not
intend
them
.
Strange
that
their
very
elevation
was
a
misapplication
,
that
to
raise
seemed
to
falsify
.
Yet
could
it
be
so
?
She
would
admit
the
ungenerous
sentiment
no
longer
.
D
’
Urberville
was
not
the
first
wicked
man
who
had
turned
away
from
his
wickedness
to
save
his
soul
alive
,
and
why
should
she
deem
it
unnatural
in
him
?
It
was
but
the
usage
of
thought
which
had
been
jarred
in
her
at
hearing
good
new
words
in
bad
old
notes
.
The
greater
the
sinner
the
greater
the
saint
;
it
was
not
necessary
to
dive
far
into
Christian
history
to
discover
that
.
Such
impressions
as
these
moved
her
vaguely
,
and
without
strict
definiteness
.
As
soon
as
the
nerveless
pause
of
her
surprise
would
allow
her
to
stir
,
her
impulse
was
to
pass
on
out
of
his
sight
.
He
had
obviously
not
discerned
her
yet
in
her
position
against
the
sun
.
But
the
moment
that
she
moved
again
he
recognized
her
.
The
effect
upon
her
old
lover
was
electric
,
far
stronger
than
the
effect
of
his
presence
upon
her
.
His
fire
,
the
tumultuous
ring
of
his
eloquence
,
seemed
to
go
out
of
him
.
His
lip
struggled
and
trembled
under
the
words
that
lay
upon
it
;
but
deliver
them
it
could
not
as
long
as
she
faced
him
.
His
eyes
,
after
their
first
glance
upon
her
face
,
hung
confusedly
in
every
other
direction
but
hers
,
but
came
back
in
a
desperate
leap
every
few
seconds
.
This
paralysis
lasted
,
however
,
but
a
short
time
;
for
Tess
’
s
energies
returned
with
the
atrophy
of
his
,
and
she
walked
as
fast
as
she
was
able
past
the
barn
and
onward
.
As
soon
as
she
could
reflect
it
appalled
her
,
this
change
in
their
relative
platforms
.
He
who
had
wrought
her
undoing
was
now
on
the
side
of
the
Spirit
,
while
she
remained
unregenerate
.
And
,
as
in
the
legend
,
it
had
resulted
that
her
Cyprian
image
had
suddenly
appeared
upon
his
alter
,
whereby
the
fire
of
the
priest
had
been
well
nigh
extinguished
.
