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Where
could
Tess
possibly
be
,
a
cottage
-
girl
,
his
young
wife
,
amidst
all
this
wealth
and
fashion
?
The
more
he
pondered
the
more
was
he
puzzled
.
Were
there
any
cows
to
milk
here
?
There
certainly
were
no
fields
to
till
.
She
was
most
probably
engaged
to
do
something
in
one
of
these
large
houses
;
and
he
sauntered
along
,
looking
at
the
chamber
-
windows
and
their
lights
going
out
one
by
one
;
and
wondered
which
of
them
might
be
hers
.
Conjecture
was
useless
,
and
just
after
twelve
o
’
clock
he
entered
and
went
to
bed
.
Before
putting
out
his
light
he
re
-
read
Tess
’
s
impassioned
letter
.
Sleep
,
however
,
he
could
not
—
so
near
her
,
yet
so
far
from
her
—
and
he
continually
lifted
the
window
-
blind
and
regarded
the
backs
of
the
opposite
houses
,
and
wondered
behind
which
of
the
sashes
she
reposed
at
that
moment
.
He
might
almost
as
well
have
sat
up
all
night
.
In
the
morning
he
arose
at
seven
,
and
shortly
after
went
out
,
taking
the
direction
of
the
chief
post
-
office
.
At
the
door
he
met
an
intelligent
postman
coming
out
with
letters
for
the
morning
delivery
.
“
Do
you
know
the
address
of
a
Mrs
Clare
?
”
asked
Angel
.
The
postman
shook
his
head
.
Then
,
remembering
that
she
would
have
been
likely
to
continue
the
use
of
her
maiden
name
,
Clare
said
—
“
Of
a
Miss
Durbeyfield
?
”
“
Durbeyfield
?
”
This
also
was
strange
to
the
postman
addressed
.
“
There
’
s
visitors
coming
and
going
every
day
,
as
you
know
,
sir
,
”
he
said
;
“
and
without
the
name
of
the
house
’
tis
impossible
to
find
’
em
.
”
One
of
his
comrades
hastening
out
at
that
moment
,
the
name
was
repeated
to
him
.
