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She
went
on
without
turning
her
head
.
Her
back
seemed
to
be
endowed
with
a
sensitiveness
to
ocular
beams
—
even
her
clothing
—
so
alive
was
she
to
a
fancied
gaze
which
might
be
resting
upon
her
from
the
outside
of
that
barn
.
All
the
way
along
to
this
point
her
heart
had
been
heavy
with
an
inactive
sorrow
;
now
there
was
a
change
in
the
quality
of
its
trouble
.
That
hunger
for
affection
too
long
withheld
was
for
the
time
displaced
by
an
almost
physical
sense
of
an
implacable
past
which
still
engirdled
her
.
It
intensified
her
consciousness
of
error
to
a
practical
despair
;
the
break
of
continuity
between
her
earlier
and
present
existence
,
which
she
had
hoped
for
,
had
not
,
after
all
,
taken
place
.
Bygones
would
never
be
complete
bygones
till
she
was
a
bygone
herself
.
Thus
absorbed
she
recrossed
the
northern
part
of
Long
-
Ash
Lane
at
right
angles
,
and
presently
saw
before
her
the
road
ascending
whitely
to
the
upland
along
whose
margin
the
remainder
of
her
journey
lay
.
Its
dry
pale
surface
stretched
severely
onward
,
unbroken
by
a
single
figure
,
vehicle
,
or
mark
,
save
some
occasional
brown
horse
-
droppings
which
dotted
its
cold
aridity
here
and
there
.
While
slowly
breasting
this
ascent
Tess
became
conscious
of
footsteps
behind
her
,
and
turning
she
saw
approaching
that
well
-
known
form
—
so
strangely
accoutred
as
the
Methodist
—
the
one
personage
in
all
the
world
she
wished
not
to
encounter
alone
on
this
side
of
the
grave
.
There
was
not
much
time
,
however
,
for
thought
or
elusion
,
and
she
yielded
as
calmly
as
she
could
to
the
necessity
of
letting
him
overtake
her
.
She
saw
that
he
was
excited
,
less
by
the
speed
of
his
walk
than
by
the
feelings
within
him
.
“
Tess
!
”
he
said
.
She
slackened
speed
without
looking
round
.
“
Tess
!
”
he
repeated
.
“
It
is
I
—
Alec
d
’
Urberville
.
”
She
then
looked
back
at
him
,
and
he
came
up
.
“
I
see
it
is
,
”
she
answered
coldly
.
“
Well
—
is
that
all
?
Yet
I
deserve
no
more
!
Of
course
,
”
he
added
,
with
a
slight
laugh
,
“
there
is
something
of
the
ridiculous
to
your
eyes
in
seeing
me
like
this
.
But
—
I
must
put
up
with
that
.
.
.
.
I
heard
you
had
gone
away
,
nobody
knew
where
.
Tess
,
you
wonder
why
I
have
followed
you
?
”
