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The
oppressive
sense
of
the
harm
she
had
done
led
Tess
to
be
more
deferential
than
she
might
otherwise
have
been
to
the
maternal
wish
;
but
she
could
not
understand
why
her
mother
should
find
such
satisfaction
in
contemplating
an
enterprise
of
,
to
her
,
such
doubtful
profit
.
Her
mother
might
have
made
inquiries
,
and
have
discovered
that
this
Mrs
d
’
Urberville
was
a
lady
of
unequalled
virtues
and
charity
.
But
Tess
’
s
pride
made
the
part
of
poor
relation
one
of
particular
distaste
to
her
.
“
I
’
d
rather
try
to
get
work
,
”
she
murmured
.
“
Durbeyfield
,
you
can
settle
it
,
”
said
his
wife
,
turning
to
where
he
sat
in
the
background
.
“
If
you
say
she
ought
to
go
,
she
will
go
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
like
my
children
going
and
making
themselves
beholden
to
strange
kin
,
”
murmured
he
.
“
I
’
m
the
head
of
the
noblest
branch
o
’
the
family
,
and
I
ought
to
live
up
to
it
.
”
His
reasons
for
staying
away
were
worse
to
Tess
than
her
own
objections
to
going
.
“
Well
,
as
I
killed
the
horse
,
mother
,
”
she
said
mournfully
,
“
I
suppose
I
ought
to
do
something
.
I
don
’
t
mind
going
and
seeing
her
,
but
you
must
leave
it
to
me
about
asking
for
help
.
And
don
’
t
go
thinking
about
her
making
a
match
for
me
—
it
is
silly
.
”
“
Very
well
said
,
Tess
!
”
observed
her
father
sententiously
.
“
Who
said
I
had
such
a
thought
?
”
asked
Joan
.
“
I
fancy
it
is
in
your
mind
,
mother
.
But
I
’
ll
go
.
”
Rising
early
next
day
she
walked
to
the
hill
-
town
called
Shaston
,
and
there
took
advantage
of
a
van
which
twice
in
the
week
ran
from
Shaston
eastward
to
Chaseborough
,
passing
near
Trantridge
,
the
parish
in
which
the
vague
and
mysterious
Mrs
d
’
Urberville
had
her
residence
.
Tess
Durbeyfield
’
s
route
on
this
memorable
morning
lay
amid
the
north
-
eastern
undulations
of
the
Vale
in
which
she
had
been
born
,
and
in
which
her
life
had
unfolded
.
The
Vale
of
Blackmoor
was
to
her
the
world
,
and
its
inhabitants
the
races
thereof
.
From
the
gates
and
stiles
of
Marlott
she
had
looked
down
its
length
in
the
wondering
days
of
infancy
,
and
what
had
been
mystery
to
her
then
was
not
much
less
than
mystery
to
her
now
.
She
had
seen
daily
from
her
chamber
-
window
towers
,
villages
,
faint
white
mansions
;
above
all
the
town
of
Shaston
standing
majestically
on
its
height
;
its
windows
shining
like
lamps
in
the
evening
sun
.
She
had
hardly
ever
visited
the
place
,
only
a
small
tract
even
of
the
Vale
and
its
environs
being
known
to
her
by
close
inspection
.
Much
less
had
she
been
far
outside
the
valley
.
Every
contour
of
the
surrounding
hills
was
as
personal
to
her
as
that
of
her
relatives
’
faces
;
but
for
what
lay
beyond
her
judgment
was
dependent
on
the
teaching
of
the
village
school
,
where
she
had
held
a
leading
place
at
the
time
of
her
leaving
,
a
year
or
two
before
this
date
.
