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Above
,
Jupiter
hung
like
a
full
-
blown
jonquil
,
so
bright
as
almost
to
throw
a
shade
.
A
few
small
nondescript
stars
were
appearing
elsewhere
.
In
the
distance
a
dog
barked
,
and
wheels
occasionally
rattled
along
the
dry
road
.
Still
the
prongs
continued
to
click
assiduously
,
for
it
was
not
late
;
and
though
the
air
was
fresh
and
keen
there
was
a
whisper
of
spring
in
it
that
cheered
the
workers
on
.
Something
in
the
place
,
the
hours
,
the
crackling
fires
,
the
fantastic
mysteries
of
light
and
shade
,
made
others
as
well
as
Tess
enjoy
being
there
.
Nightfall
,
which
in
the
frost
of
winter
comes
as
a
fiend
and
in
the
warmth
of
summer
as
a
lover
,
came
as
a
tranquillizer
on
this
March
day
.
Nobody
looked
at
his
or
her
companions
.
The
eyes
of
all
were
on
the
soil
as
its
turned
surface
was
revealed
by
the
fires
.
Hence
as
Tess
stirred
the
clods
and
sang
her
foolish
little
songs
with
scarce
now
a
hope
that
Clare
would
ever
hear
them
,
she
did
not
for
a
long
time
notice
the
person
who
worked
nearest
to
her
—
a
man
in
a
long
smockfrock
who
,
she
found
,
was
forking
the
same
plot
as
herself
,
and
whom
she
supposed
her
father
had
sent
there
to
advance
the
work
.
She
became
more
conscious
of
him
when
the
direction
of
his
digging
brought
him
closer
.
Sometimes
the
smoke
divided
them
;
then
it
swerved
,
and
the
two
were
visible
to
each
other
but
divided
from
all
the
rest
.
Tess
did
not
speak
to
her
fellow
-
worker
,
nor
did
he
speak
to
her
.
Nor
did
she
think
of
him
further
than
to
recollect
that
he
had
not
been
there
when
it
was
broad
daylight
,
and
that
she
did
not
know
him
as
any
one
of
the
Marlott
labourers
,
which
was
no
wonder
,
her
absences
having
been
so
long
and
frequent
of
late
years
.
By
-
and
-
by
he
dug
so
close
to
her
that
the
fire
-
beams
were
reflected
as
distinctly
from
the
steel
prongs
of
his
fork
as
from
her
own
.
On
going
up
to
the
fire
to
throw
a
pitch
of
dead
weeds
upon
it
,
she
found
that
he
did
the
same
on
the
other
side
.
The
fire
flared
up
,
and
she
beheld
the
face
of
d
’
Urberville
.
The
unexpectedness
of
his
presence
,
the
grotesqueness
of
his
appearance
in
a
gathered
smockfrock
,
such
as
was
now
worn
only
by
the
most
old
-
fashioned
of
the
labourers
,
had
a
ghastly
comicality
that
chilled
her
as
to
its
bearing
.
D
’
Urberville
emitted
a
low
long
laugh
.
“
If
I
were
inclined
to
joke
I
should
say
,
How
much
this
seems
like
Paradise
!
”
he
remarked
whimsically
,
looking
at
her
with
an
inclined
head
.
“
What
do
you
say
?
”
she
weakly
asked
.
“
A
jester
might
say
this
is
just
like
Paradise
.
You
are
Eve
,
and
I
am
the
old
Other
One
come
to
tempt
you
in
the
disguise
of
an
inferior
animal
.
I
used
to
be
quite
up
in
that
scene
of
Milton
’
s
when
I
was
theological
.
Some
of
it
goes
—
“
Empress
,
the
way
is
ready
,
and
not
long
,
