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“
I
am
sorry
you
are
not
a
believer
,
”
he
continued
;
“
that
some
unbeliever
should
have
got
hold
of
you
and
unsettled
your
mind
.
But
no
more
now
.
At
home
at
least
I
can
pray
for
you
;
and
I
will
;
and
who
knows
what
may
not
happen
?
I
’
m
off
.
Goodbye
!
”
He
turned
to
a
hunting
-
gate
in
the
hedge
,
and
without
letting
his
eyes
again
rest
upon
her
leapt
over
,
and
struck
out
across
the
down
in
the
direction
of
Abbot
’
s
-
Cernel
.
As
he
walked
his
pace
showed
perturbation
,
and
by
-
and
-
by
,
as
if
instigated
by
a
former
thought
,
he
drew
from
his
pocket
a
small
book
,
between
the
leaves
of
which
was
folded
a
letter
,
worn
and
soiled
,
as
from
much
re
-
reading
.
D
’
Urberville
opened
the
letter
.
It
was
dated
several
months
before
this
time
,
and
was
signed
by
Parson
Clare
.
The
letter
began
by
expressing
the
writer
’
s
unfeigned
joy
at
d
’
Urberville
’
s
conversion
,
and
thanked
him
for
his
kindness
in
communicating
with
the
parson
on
the
subject
.
It
expressed
Mr
Clare
’
s
warm
assurance
of
forgiveness
for
d
’
Urberville
’
s
former
conduct
,
and
his
interest
in
the
young
man
’
s
plans
for
the
future
.
He
,
Mr
Clare
,
would
much
have
liked
to
see
d
’
Urberville
in
the
Church
to
whose
ministry
he
had
devoted
so
many
years
of
his
own
life
,
and
would
have
helped
him
to
enter
a
theological
college
to
that
end
;
but
since
his
correspondent
had
possibly
not
cared
to
do
this
on
account
of
the
delay
it
would
have
entailed
,
he
was
not
the
man
to
insist
upon
its
paramount
importance
.
Every
man
must
work
as
he
could
best
work
,
and
in
the
method
towards
which
he
felt
impelled
by
the
Spirit
.
D
’
Urberville
read
and
re
-
read
this
letter
,
and
seemed
to
quiz
himself
cynically
.
He
also
read
some
passages
from
memoranda
as
he
walked
till
his
face
assumed
a
calm
,
and
apparently
the
image
of
Tess
no
longer
troubled
his
mind
.
She
meanwhile
had
kept
along
the
edge
of
the
hill
by
which
lay
her
nearest
way
home
.
Within
the
distance
of
a
mile
she
met
a
solitary
shepherd
.
“
What
is
the
meaning
of
that
old
stone
I
have
passed
?
”
she
asked
of
him
.
“
Was
it
ever
a
Holy
Cross
?
”
“
Cross
—
no
;
‘
twer
not
a
cross
!
“
Tis
a
thing
of
ill
-
omen
,
Miss
.
It
was
put
up
in
wuld
times
by
the
relations
of
a
malefactor
who
was
tortured
there
by
nailing
his
hand
to
a
post
and
afterwards
hung
.
The
bones
lie
underneath
.
They
say
he
sold
his
soul
to
the
devil
,
and
that
he
walks
at
times
.
”
She
felt
the
PETIT
MORT
at
this
unexpectedly
gruesome
information
,
and
left
the
solitary
man
behind
her
.
It
was
dusk
when
she
drew
near
to
Flintcomb
-
Ash
,
and
in
the
lane
at
the
entrance
to
the
hamlet
she
approached
a
girl
and
her
lover
without
their
observing
her
They
were
talking
no
secrets
,
and
the
clear
unconcerned
voice
of
the
young
woman
,
in
response
to
the
warmer
accents
of
the
man
,
spread
into
the
chilly
air
as
the
one
soothing
thing
within
the
dusky
horizon
,
full
of
a
stagnant
obscurity
upon
which
nothing
else
intruded
.
For
a
moment
the
voices
cheered
the
heart
of
Tess
,
till
she
reasoned
that
this
interview
had
its
origin
,
on
one
side
or
the
other
,
in
the
same
attraction
which
had
been
the
prelude
to
her
own
tribulation
.
When
she
came
close
the
girl
turned
serenely
and
recognized
her
,
the
young
man
walking
off
in
embarrassment
.
The
woman
was
Izz
Huett
,
whose
interest
in
Tess
’
s
excursion
immediately
superseded
her
own
proceedings
.
Tess
did
not
explain
very
clearly
its
results
,
and
Izz
,
who
was
a
girl
of
tact
,
began
to
speak
of
her
own
little
affair
,
a
phase
of
which
Tess
had
just
witnessed
.
