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“
Do
you
know
that
the
gentleman
who
follows
‘
ee
—
you
’
ll
guess
who
I
mean
—
came
to
ask
for
‘
ee
at
Flintcomb
after
you
had
gone
?
We
didn
’
t
tell
’
n
where
you
was
,
knowing
you
wouldn
’
t
wish
to
see
him
.
”
“
Ah
—
but
I
did
see
him
!
”
Tess
murmured
.
“
He
found
me
.
”
“
And
do
he
know
where
you
be
going
?
”
“
I
think
so
.
”
“
Husband
come
back
?
”
“
No
.
”
She
bade
her
acquaintance
goodbye
—
for
the
respective
carters
had
now
come
out
from
the
inn
—
and
the
two
waggons
resumed
their
journey
in
opposite
directions
;
the
vehicle
whereon
sat
Marian
,
Izz
,
and
the
ploughman
’
s
family
with
whom
they
had
thrown
in
their
lot
,
being
brightly
painted
,
and
drawn
by
three
powerful
horses
with
shining
brass
ornaments
on
their
harness
;
while
the
waggon
on
which
Mrs
Durbeyfield
and
her
family
rode
was
a
creaking
erection
that
would
scarcely
bear
the
weight
of
the
superincumbent
load
;
one
which
had
known
no
paint
since
it
was
made
,
and
drawn
by
two
horses
only
.
The
contrast
well
marked
the
difference
between
being
fetched
by
a
thriving
farmer
and
conveying
oneself
whither
no
hirer
waited
one
’
s
coming
.
The
distance
was
great
—
too
great
for
a
day
’
s
journey
—
and
it
was
with
the
utmost
difficulty
that
the
horses
performed
it
.
Though
they
had
started
so
early
it
was
quite
late
in
the
afternoon
when
they
turned
the
flank
of
an
eminence
which
formed
part
of
the
upland
called
Greenhill
.
While
the
horses
stood
to
stale
and
breathe
themselves
Tess
looked
around
.
Under
the
hill
,
and
just
ahead
of
them
,
was
the
half
-
dead
townlet
of
their
pilgrimage
,
Kingsbere
,
where
lay
those
ancestors
of
whom
her
father
had
spoken
and
sung
to
painfulness
:
Kingsbere
,
the
spot
of
all
spots
in
the
world
which
could
be
considered
the
d
’
Urbervilles
’
home
,
since
they
had
resided
there
for
full
five
hundred
years
.
A
man
could
be
seen
advancing
from
the
outskirts
towards
them
,
and
when
he
beheld
the
nature
of
their
waggon
-
load
he
quickened
his
steps
.
“
You
be
the
woman
they
call
Mrs
Durbeyfield
,
I
reckon
?
”
he
said
to
Tess
’
s
mother
,
who
had
descended
to
walk
the
remainder
of
the
way
.
