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In
those
early
days
she
had
been
much
loved
by
others
of
her
own
sex
and
age
,
and
had
used
to
be
seen
about
the
village
as
one
of
three
—
all
nearly
of
the
same
year
—
walking
home
from
school
side
by
side
;
Tess
the
middle
one
—
in
a
pink
print
pinafore
,
of
a
finely
reticulated
pattern
,
worn
over
a
stuff
frock
that
had
lost
its
original
colour
for
a
nondescript
tertiary
—
marching
on
upon
long
stalky
legs
,
in
tight
stockings
which
had
little
ladder
-
like
holes
at
the
knees
,
torn
by
kneeling
in
the
roads
and
banks
in
search
of
vegetable
and
mineral
treasures
;
her
then
earth
-
coloured
hair
handing
like
pot
-
hooks
;
the
arms
of
the
two
outside
girls
resting
round
the
waist
of
Tess
;
her
arms
on
the
shoulders
of
the
two
supporters
.
As
Tess
grew
older
,
and
began
to
see
how
matters
stood
,
she
felt
quite
a
Malthusian
towards
her
mother
for
thoughtlessly
giving
her
so
many
little
sisters
and
brothers
,
when
it
was
such
a
trouble
to
nurse
and
provide
for
them
.
Her
mother
’
s
intelligence
was
that
of
a
happy
child
:
Joan
Durbeyfield
was
simply
an
additional
one
,
and
that
not
the
eldest
,
to
her
own
long
family
of
waiters
on
Providence
.
However
,
Tess
became
humanely
beneficent
towards
the
small
ones
,
and
to
help
them
as
much
as
possible
she
used
,
as
soon
as
she
left
school
,
to
lend
a
hand
at
haymaking
or
harvesting
on
neighbouring
farms
;
or
,
by
preference
,
at
milking
or
butter
-
making
processes
,
which
she
had
learnt
when
her
father
had
owned
cows
;
and
being
deft
-
fingered
it
was
a
kind
of
work
in
which
she
excelled
.
Every
day
seemed
to
throw
upon
her
young
shoulders
more
of
the
family
burdens
,
and
that
Tess
should
be
the
representative
of
the
Durbeyfields
at
the
d
’
Urberville
mansion
came
as
a
thing
of
course
.
In
this
instance
it
must
be
admitted
that
the
Durbeyfields
were
putting
their
fairest
side
outward
.
She
alighted
from
the
van
at
Trantridge
Cross
,
and
ascended
on
foot
a
hill
in
the
direction
of
the
district
known
as
The
Chase
,
on
the
borders
of
which
,
as
she
had
been
informed
,
Mrs
d
’
Urberville
’
s
seat
,
The
Slopes
,
would
be
found
.
It
was
not
a
manorial
home
in
the
ordinary
sense
,
with
fields
,
and
pastures
,
and
a
grumbling
farmer
,
out
of
whom
the
owner
had
to
squeeze
an
income
for
himself
and
his
family
by
hook
or
by
crook
.
It
was
more
,
far
more
;
a
country
-
house
built
for
enjoyment
pure
and
simple
,
with
not
an
acre
of
troublesome
land
attached
to
it
beyond
what
was
required
for
residential
purposes
,
and
for
a
little
fancy
farm
kept
in
hand
by
the
owner
,
and
tended
by
a
bailiff
.
The
crimson
brick
lodge
came
first
in
sight
,
up
to
its
eaves
in
dense
evergreens
.
Tess
thought
this
was
the
mansion
itself
till
,
passing
through
the
side
wicket
with
some
trepidation
,
and
onward
to
a
point
at
which
the
drive
took
a
turn
,
the
house
proper
stood
in
full
view
.
It
was
of
recent
erection
—
indeed
almost
new
—
and
of
the
same
rich
red
colour
that
formed
such
a
contrast
with
the
evergreens
of
the
lodge
.
Far
behind
the
corner
of
the
house
—
which
rose
like
a
geranium
bloom
against
the
subdued
colours
around
—
stretched
the
soft
azure
landscape
of
The
Chase
—
a
truly
venerable
tract
of
forest
land
,
one
of
the
few
remaining
woodlands
in
England
of
undoubted
primaeval
date
,
wherein
Druidical
mistletoe
was
still
found
on
aged
oaks
,
and
where
enormous
yew
-
trees
,
not
planted
by
the
hand
of
man
grew
as
they
had
grown
when
they
were
pollarded
for
bows
.
All
this
sylvan
antiquity
,
however
,
though
visible
from
The
Slopes
,
was
outside
the
immediate
boundaries
of
the
estate
.
Everything
on
this
snug
property
was
bright
,
thriving
,
and
well
kept
;
acres
of
glass
-
houses
stretched
down
the
inclines
to
the
copses
at
their
feet
.
Everything
looked
like
money
—
like
the
last
coin
issued
from
the
Mint
.
The
stables
,
partly
screened
by
Austrian
pines
and
evergreen
oaks
,
and
fitted
with
every
late
appliance
,
were
as
dignified
as
Chapels
-
of
-
Ease
.
On
the
extensive
lawn
stood
an
ornamental
tent
,
its
door
being
towards
her
.
Simple
Tess
Durbeyfield
stood
at
gaze
,
in
a
half
-
alarmed
attitude
,
on
the
edge
of
the
gravel
sweep
.
Her
feet
had
brought
her
onward
to
this
point
before
she
had
quite
realized
where
she
was
;
and
now
all
was
contrary
to
her
expectation
.
“
I
thought
we
were
an
old
family
;
but
this
is
all
new
!
”
she
said
,
in
her
artlessness
.
She
wished
that
she
had
not
fallen
in
so
readily
with
her
mother
’
s
plans
for
“
claiming
kin
,
”
and
had
endeavoured
to
gain
assistance
nearer
home
.
The
d
’
Urbervilles
—
or
Stoke
-
d
’
Urbervilles
,
as
they
at
first
called
themselves
—
who
owned
all
this
,
were
a
somewhat
unusual
family
to
find
in
such
an
old
-
fashioned
part
of
the
country
.
Parson
Tringham
had
spoken
truly
when
he
said
that
our
shambling
John
Durbeyfield
was
the
only
really
lineal
representative
of
the
old
d
’
Urberville
family
existing
in
the
county
,
or
near
it
;
he
might
have
added
,
what
he
knew
very
well
,
that
the
Stoke
-
d
’
Urbervilles
were
no
more
d
’
Urbervilles
of
the
true
tree
then
he
was
himself
.
Yet
it
must
be
admitted
that
this
family
formed
a
very
good
stock
whereon
to
regraft
a
name
which
sadly
wanted
such
renovation
.
