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This
had
gone
on
for
a
month
or
two
when
there
came
a
Saturday
in
September
,
on
which
a
fair
and
a
market
coincided
;
and
the
pilgrims
from
Trantridge
sought
double
delights
at
the
inns
on
that
account
.
Tess
’
s
occupations
made
her
late
in
setting
out
,
so
that
her
comrades
reached
the
town
long
before
her
.
It
was
a
fine
September
evening
,
just
before
sunset
,
when
yellow
lights
struggle
with
blue
shades
in
hairlike
lines
,
and
the
atmosphere
itself
forms
a
prospect
without
aid
from
more
solid
objects
,
except
the
innumerable
winged
insects
that
dance
in
it
.
Through
this
low
-
lit
mistiness
Tess
walked
leisurely
along
.
She
did
not
discover
the
coincidence
of
the
market
with
the
fair
till
she
had
reached
the
place
,
by
which
time
it
was
close
upon
dusk
.
Her
limited
marketing
was
soon
completed
;
and
then
as
usual
she
began
to
look
about
for
some
of
the
Trantridge
cottagers
.
At
first
she
could
not
find
them
,
and
she
was
informed
that
most
of
them
had
gone
to
what
they
called
a
private
little
jig
at
the
house
of
a
hay
-
trusser
and
peat
-
dealer
who
had
transactions
with
their
farm
.
He
lived
in
an
out
-
of
-
the
-
way
nook
of
the
townlet
,
and
in
trying
to
find
her
course
thither
her
eyes
fell
upon
Mr
d
’
Urberville
standing
at
a
street
corner
.
“
What
—
my
Beauty
?
You
here
so
late
?
”
he
said
.
She
told
him
that
she
was
simply
waiting
for
company
homeward
.
“
I
’
ll
see
you
again
,
”
said
he
over
her
shoulder
as
she
went
on
down
the
back
lane
.
Approaching
the
hay
-
trussers
she
could
hear
the
fiddled
notes
of
a
reel
proceeding
from
some
building
in
the
rear
;
but
no
sound
of
dancing
was
audible
—
an
exceptional
state
of
things
for
these
parts
,
where
as
a
rule
the
stamping
drowned
the
music
.
The
front
door
being
open
she
could
see
straight
through
the
house
into
the
garden
at
the
back
as
far
as
the
shades
of
night
would
allow
;
and
nobody
appearing
to
her
knock
she
traversed
the
dwelling
and
went
up
the
path
to
the
outhouse
whence
the
sound
had
attracted
her
.
It
was
a
windowless
erection
used
for
storage
,
and
from
the
open
door
there
floated
into
the
obscurity
a
mist
of
yellow
radiance
,
which
at
first
Tess
thought
to
be
illuminated
smoke
.
But
on
drawing
nearer
she
perceived
that
it
was
a
cloud
of
dust
,
lit
by
candles
within
the
outhouse
,
whose
beams
upon
the
haze
carried
forward
the
outline
of
the
doorway
into
the
wide
night
of
the
garden
.
When
she
came
close
and
looked
in
she
beheld
indistinct
forms
racing
up
and
down
to
the
figure
of
the
dance
,
the
silence
of
their
footfalls
arising
from
their
being
overshoe
in
“
scroff
”
—
that
is
to
say
,
the
powdery
residuum
from
the
storage
of
peat
and
other
products
,
the
stirring
of
which
by
their
turbulent
feet
created
the
nebulosity
that
involved
the
scene
.
Through
this
floating
,
fusty
DEBRIS
of
peat
and
hay
,
mixed
with
the
perspirations
and
warmth
of
the
dancers
,
and
forming
together
a
sort
of
vegeto
-
human
pollen
,
the
muted
fiddles
feebly
pushed
their
notes
,
in
marked
contrast
to
the
spirit
with
which
the
measure
was
trodden
out
.
They
coughed
as
they
danced
,
and
laughed
as
they
coughed
.
Of
the
rushing
couples
there
could
barely
be
discerned
more
than
the
high
lights
—
the
indistinctness
shaping
them
to
satyrs
clasping
nymphs
—
a
multiplicity
of
Pans
whirling
a
multiplicity
of
Syrinxes
;
Lotis
attempting
to
elude
Priapus
,
and
always
failing
.
