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Tess
,
who
had
been
quite
unconscious
of
her
action
and
mien
,
instantly
withdrew
the
large
dark
gaze
of
her
eyes
,
stammering
with
a
flush
,
“
I
beg
your
pardon
!
”
And
there
was
revived
in
her
the
wretched
sentiment
which
had
often
come
to
her
before
,
that
in
inhabiting
the
fleshly
tabernacle
with
which
Nature
had
endowed
her
she
was
somehow
doing
wrong
.
“
No
,
no
!
Don
’
t
beg
my
pardon
.
But
since
you
wear
a
veil
to
hide
your
good
looks
,
why
don
’
t
you
keep
it
down
?
”
She
pulled
down
the
veil
,
saying
hastily
,
“
It
was
mostly
to
keep
off
the
wind
.
”
“
It
may
seem
harsh
of
me
to
dictate
like
this
,
”
he
went
on
;
“
but
it
is
better
that
I
should
not
look
too
often
on
you
.
It
might
be
dangerous
.
”
“
Ssh
!
”
said
Tess
.
“
Well
,
women
’
s
faces
have
had
too
much
power
over
me
already
for
me
not
to
fear
them
!
An
evangelist
has
nothing
to
do
with
such
as
they
;
and
it
reminds
me
of
the
old
times
that
I
would
forget
!
”
After
this
their
conversation
dwindled
to
a
casual
remark
now
and
then
as
they
rambled
onward
,
Tess
inwardly
wondering
how
far
he
was
going
with
her
,
and
not
liking
to
send
him
back
by
positive
mandate
.
Frequently
when
they
came
to
a
gate
or
stile
they
found
painted
thereon
in
red
or
blue
letters
some
text
of
Scripture
,
and
she
asked
him
if
he
knew
who
had
been
at
the
pains
to
blazon
these
announcements
.
He
told
her
that
the
man
was
employed
by
himself
and
others
who
were
working
with
him
in
that
district
,
to
paint
these
reminders
that
no
means
might
be
left
untried
which
might
move
the
hearts
of
a
wicked
generation
.
At
length
the
road
touched
the
spot
called
“
Cross
-
in
-
Hand
.
”
Of
all
spots
on
the
bleached
and
desolate
upland
this
was
the
most
forlorn
.
It
was
so
far
removed
from
the
charm
which
is
sought
in
landscape
by
artists
and
view
-
lovers
as
to
reach
a
new
kind
of
beauty
,
a
negative
beauty
of
tragic
tone
.
The
place
took
its
name
from
a
stone
pillar
which
stood
there
,
a
strange
rude
monolith
,
from
a
stratum
unknown
in
any
local
quarry
,
on
which
was
roughly
carved
a
human
hand
.
Differing
accounts
were
given
of
its
history
and
purport
.
Some
authorities
stated
that
a
devotional
cross
had
once
formed
the
complete
erection
thereon
,
of
which
the
present
relic
was
but
the
stump
;
others
that
the
stone
as
it
stood
was
entire
,
and
that
it
had
been
fixed
there
to
mark
a
boundary
or
place
of
meeting
.
Anyhow
,
whatever
the
origin
of
the
relic
,
there
was
and
is
something
sinister
,
or
solemn
,
according
to
mood
,
in
the
scene
amid
which
it
stands
;
something
tending
to
impress
the
most
phlegmatic
passer
-
by
.
“
I
think
I
must
leave
you
now
,
”
he
remarked
,
as
they
drew
near
to
this
spot
.
“
I
have
to
preach
at
Abbot
’
s
-
Cernel
at
six
this
evening
,
and
my
way
lies
across
to
the
right
from
here
.
And
you
upset
me
somewhat
too
,
Tessy
—
I
cannot
,
will
not
,
say
why
.
I
must
go
away
and
get
strength
.
.
.
.
How
is
it
that
you
speak
so
fluently
now
?
Who
has
taught
you
such
good
English
?
”
