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The
basket
was
heavy
and
the
bundle
was
large
,
but
she
lugged
them
along
like
a
person
who
did
not
find
her
especial
burden
in
material
things
.
Occasionally
she
stopped
to
rest
in
a
mechanical
way
by
some
gate
or
post
;
and
then
,
giving
the
baggage
another
hitch
upon
her
full
round
arm
,
went
steadily
on
again
.
It
was
a
Sunday
morning
in
late
October
,
about
four
months
after
Tess
Durbeyfield
’
s
arrival
at
Trantridge
,
and
some
few
weeks
subsequent
to
the
night
ride
in
The
Chase
.
The
time
was
not
long
past
daybreak
,
and
the
yellow
luminosity
upon
the
horizon
behind
her
back
lighted
the
ridge
towards
which
her
face
was
set
—
the
barrier
of
the
vale
wherein
she
had
of
late
been
a
stranger
—
which
she
would
have
to
climb
over
to
reach
her
birthplace
.
The
ascent
was
gradual
on
this
side
,
and
the
soil
and
scenery
differed
much
from
those
within
Blackmore
Vale
.
Even
the
character
and
accent
of
the
two
peoples
had
shades
of
difference
,
despite
the
amalgamating
effects
of
a
roundabout
railway
;
so
that
,
though
less
than
twenty
miles
from
the
place
of
her
sojourn
at
Trantridge
,
her
native
village
had
seemed
a
far
-
away
spot
.
The
field
-
folk
shut
in
there
traded
northward
and
westward
,
travelled
,
courted
,
and
married
northward
and
westward
,
thought
northward
and
westward
;
those
on
this
side
mainly
directed
their
energies
and
attention
to
the
east
and
south
.
The
incline
was
the
same
down
which
d
’
Urberville
had
driven
her
so
wildly
on
that
day
in
June
.
Tess
went
up
the
remainder
of
its
length
without
stopping
,
and
on
reaching
the
edge
of
the
escarpment
gazed
over
the
familiar
green
world
beyond
,
now
half
-
veiled
in
mist
.
It
was
always
beautiful
from
here
;
it
was
terribly
beautiful
to
Tess
today
,
for
since
her
eyes
last
fell
upon
it
she
had
learnt
that
the
serpent
hisses
where
the
sweet
birds
sing
,
and
her
views
of
life
had
been
totally
changed
for
her
by
the
lesson
.
Verily
another
girl
than
the
simple
one
she
had
been
at
home
was
she
who
,
bowed
by
thought
,
stood
still
here
,
and
turned
to
look
behind
her
.
She
could
not
bear
to
look
forward
into
the
Vale
.
Ascending
by
the
long
white
road
that
Tess
herself
had
just
laboured
up
,
she
saw
a
two
-
wheeled
vehicle
,
beside
which
walked
a
man
,
who
held
up
his
hand
to
attract
her
attention
.
She
obeyed
the
signal
to
wait
for
him
with
unspeculative
repose
,
and
in
a
few
minutes
man
and
horse
stopped
beside
her
.
“
Why
did
you
slip
away
by
stealth
like
this
?
”
said
d
’
Urberville
,
with
upbraiding
breathlessness
;
“
on
a
Sunday
morning
,
too
,
when
people
were
all
in
bed
!
I
only
discovered
it
by
accident
,
and
I
have
been
driving
like
the
deuce
to
overtake
you
.
Just
look
at
the
mare
.
Why
go
off
like
this
?
You
know
that
nobody
wished
to
hinder
your
going
.
And
how
unnecessary
it
has
been
for
you
to
toil
along
on
foot
,
and
encumber
yourself
with
this
heavy
load
!
I
have
followed
like
a
madman
,
simply
to
drive
you
the
rest
of
the
distance
,
if
you
won
’
t
come
back
.
”
“
I
shan
’
t
come
back
,
”
said
she
.
“
I
thought
you
wouldn
’
t
—
I
said
so
!
Well
,
then
,
put
up
your
basket
,
and
let
me
help
you
on
.
”
She
listlessly
placed
her
basket
and
bundle
within
the
dog
-
cart
,
and
stepped
up
,
and
they
sat
side
by
side
.
She
had
no
fear
of
him
now
,
and
in
the
cause
of
her
confidence
her
sorrow
lay
.
