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“
Now
I
shall
leave
you
,
and
shall
come
again
for
your
answer
during
the
afternoon
.
You
don
’
t
know
me
yet
!
But
I
know
you
.
”
She
had
not
spoken
again
,
remaining
as
if
stunned
.
D
’
Urberville
retreated
over
the
sheaves
,
and
descended
the
ladder
,
while
the
workers
below
rose
and
stretched
their
arms
,
and
shook
down
the
beer
they
had
drunk
.
Then
the
threshing
-
machine
started
afresh
;
and
amid
the
renewed
rustle
of
the
straw
Tess
resumed
her
position
by
the
buzzing
drum
as
one
in
a
dream
,
untying
sheaf
after
sheaf
in
endless
succession
.
In
the
afternoon
the
farmer
made
it
known
that
the
rick
was
to
be
finished
that
night
,
since
there
was
a
moon
by
which
they
could
see
to
work
,
and
the
man
with
the
engine
was
engaged
for
another
farm
on
the
morrow
.
Hence
the
twanging
and
humming
and
rustling
proceeded
with
even
less
intermission
than
usual
.
It
was
not
till
“
nammet
”
-
time
,
about
three
o
-
clock
,
that
Tess
raised
her
eyes
and
gave
a
momentary
glance
round
.
She
felt
but
little
surprise
at
seeing
that
Alec
d
’
Urberville
had
come
back
,
and
was
standing
under
the
hedge
by
the
gate
.
He
had
seen
her
lift
her
eyes
,
and
waved
his
hand
urbanely
to
her
,
while
he
blew
her
a
kiss
.
It
meant
that
their
quarrel
was
over
.
Tess
looked
down
again
,
and
carefully
abstained
from
gazing
in
that
direction
.
Thus
the
afternoon
dragged
on
.
The
wheat
-
rick
shrank
lower
,
and
the
straw
-
rick
grew
higher
,
and
the
corn
-
sacks
were
carted
away
.
At
six
o
’
clock
the
wheat
-
rick
was
about
shoulder
-
high
from
the
ground
.
But
the
unthreshed
sheaves
remaining
untouched
seemed
countless
still
,
notwithstanding
the
enormous
numbers
that
had
been
gulped
down
by
the
insatiable
swallower
,
fed
by
the
man
and
Tess
,
through
whose
two
young
hands
the
greater
part
of
them
had
passed
.
And
the
immense
stack
of
straw
where
in
the
morning
there
had
been
nothing
,
appeared
as
the
FAECES
of
the
same
buzzing
red
glutton
.
From
the
west
sky
a
wrathful
shine
—
all
that
wild
March
could
afford
in
the
way
of
sunset
—
had
burst
forth
after
the
cloudy
day
,
flooding
the
tired
and
sticky
faces
of
the
threshers
,
and
dyeing
them
with
a
coppery
light
,
as
also
the
flapping
garments
of
the
women
,
which
clung
to
them
like
dull
flames
.
A
panting
ache
ran
through
the
rick
.
The
man
who
fed
was
weary
,
and
Tess
could
see
that
the
red
nape
of
his
neck
was
encrusted
with
dirt
and
husks
.
She
still
stood
at
her
post
,
her
flushed
and
perspiring
face
coated
with
the
corndust
,
and
her
white
bonnet
embrowned
by
it
.
She
was
the
only
woman
whose
place
was
upon
the
machine
so
as
to
be
shaken
bodily
by
its
spinning
,
and
the
decrease
of
the
stack
now
separated
her
from
Marian
and
Izz
,
and
prevented
their
changing
duties
with
her
as
they
had
done
.
The
incessant
quivering
,
in
which
every
fibre
of
her
frame
participated
,
had
thrown
her
into
a
stupefied
reverie
in
which
her
arms
worked
on
independently
of
her
consciousness
.
She
hardly
knew
where
she
was
,
and
did
not
hear
Izz
Huett
tell
her
from
below
that
her
hair
was
tumbling
down
.
By
degrees
the
freshest
among
them
began
to
grow
cadaverous
and
saucer
-
eyed
.
Whenever
Tess
lifted
her
head
she
beheld
always
the
great
upgrown
straw
-
stack
,
with
the
men
in
shirt
-
sleeves
upon
it
,
against
the
gray
north
sky
;
in
front
of
it
the
long
red
elevator
like
a
Jacob
’
s
ladder
,
on
which
a
perpetual
stream
of
threshed
straw
ascended
,
a
yellow
river
running
uphill
,
and
spouting
out
on
the
top
of
the
rick
.
She
knew
that
Alec
d
’
Urberville
was
still
on
the
scene
,
observing
her
from
some
point
or
other
,
though
she
could
not
say
where
.
There
was
an
excuse
for
his
remaining
,
for
when
the
threshed
rick
drew
near
its
final
sheaves
a
little
ratting
was
always
done
,
and
men
unconnected
with
the
threshing
sometimes
dropped
in
for
that
performance
—
sporting
characters
of
all
descriptions
,
gents
with
terriers
and
facetious
pipes
,
roughs
with
sticks
and
stones
.
But
there
was
another
hour
’
s
work
before
the
layer
of
live
rats
at
the
base
of
the
stack
would
be
reached
;
and
as
the
evening
light
in
the
direction
of
the
Giant
’
s
Hill
by
Abbot
’
s
-
Cernel
dissolved
away
,
the
white
-
faced
moon
of
the
season
arose
from
the
horizon
that
lay
towards
Middleton
Abbey
and
Shottsford
on
the
other
side
.
For
the
last
hour
or
two
Marian
had
felt
uneasy
about
Tess
,
whom
she
could
not
get
near
enough
to
speak
to
,
the
other
women
having
kept
up
their
strength
by
drinking
ale
,
and
Tess
having
done
without
it
through
traditionary
dread
,
owing
to
its
results
at
her
home
in
childhood
.
But
Tess
still
kept
going
:
if
she
could
not
fill
her
part
she
would
have
to
leave
;
and
this
contingency
,
which
she
would
have
regarded
with
equanimity
and
even
with
relief
a
month
or
two
earlier
,
had
become
a
terror
since
d
’
Urberville
had
begun
to
hover
round
her
.
