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After
this
her
daily
tasks
were
gone
through
heavily
enough
,
and
brought
on
the
day
which
was
of
great
import
to
agriculturists
—
the
day
of
the
Candlemas
Fair
.
It
was
at
this
fair
that
new
engagements
were
entered
into
for
the
twelve
months
following
the
ensuing
Lady
-
Day
,
and
those
of
the
farming
population
who
thought
of
changing
their
places
duly
attended
at
the
county
-
town
where
the
fair
was
held
.
Nearly
all
the
labourers
on
Flintcomb
-
Ash
farm
intended
flight
,
and
early
in
the
morning
there
was
a
general
exodus
in
the
direction
of
the
town
,
which
lay
at
a
distance
of
from
ten
to
a
dozen
miles
over
hilly
country
.
Though
Tess
also
meant
to
leave
at
the
quarter
-
day
she
was
one
of
the
few
who
did
not
go
to
the
fair
,
having
a
vaguely
-
shaped
hope
that
something
would
happen
to
render
another
outdoor
engagement
unnecessary
.
It
was
a
peaceful
February
day
,
of
wonderful
softness
for
the
time
,
and
one
would
almost
have
thought
that
winter
was
over
.
She
had
hardly
finished
her
dinner
when
d
’
Urberville
’
s
figure
darkened
the
window
of
the
cottage
wherein
she
was
a
lodger
,
which
she
had
all
to
herself
today
.
Tess
jumped
up
,
but
her
visitor
had
knocked
at
the
door
,
and
she
could
hardly
in
reason
run
away
.
D
’
Urberville
’
s
knock
,
his
walk
up
to
the
door
,
had
some
indescribable
quality
of
difference
from
his
air
when
she
last
saw
him
.
They
seemed
to
be
acts
of
which
the
doer
was
ashamed
.
She
thought
that
she
would
not
open
the
door
;
but
,
as
there
was
no
sense
in
that
either
,
she
arose
,
and
having
lifted
the
latch
stepped
back
quickly
.
He
came
in
,
saw
her
,
and
flung
himself
down
into
a
chair
before
speaking
.
“
Tess
—
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
!
”
he
began
desperately
,
as
he
wiped
his
heated
face
,
which
had
also
a
superimposed
flush
of
excitement
.
“
I
felt
that
I
must
call
at
least
to
ask
how
you
are
.
I
assure
you
I
had
not
been
thinking
of
you
at
all
till
I
saw
you
that
Sunday
;
now
I
cannot
get
rid
of
your
image
,
try
how
I
may
!
It
is
hard
that
a
good
woman
should
do
harm
to
a
bad
man
;
yet
so
it
is
.
If
you
would
only
pray
for
me
,
Tess
!
”
The
suppressed
discontent
of
his
manner
was
almost
pitiable
,
and
yet
Tess
did
not
pity
him
.
“
How
can
I
pray
for
you
,
”
she
said
,
“
when
I
am
forbidden
to
believe
that
the
great
Power
who
moves
the
world
would
alter
His
plans
on
my
account
?
”
“
You
really
think
that
?
”
“
Yes
.
I
have
been
cured
of
the
presumption
of
thinking
otherwise
.
”
“
Cured
?
By
whom
?
”
