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In
addition
to
the
distinction
of
a
white
frock
,
every
woman
and
girl
carried
in
her
right
hand
a
peeled
willow
wand
,
and
in
her
left
a
bunch
of
white
flowers
.
The
peeling
of
the
former
,
and
the
selection
of
the
latter
,
had
been
an
operation
of
personal
care
.
There
were
a
few
middle
-
aged
and
even
elderly
women
in
the
train
,
their
silver
-
wiry
hair
and
wrinkled
faces
,
scourged
by
time
and
trouble
,
having
almost
a
grotesque
,
certainly
a
pathetic
,
appearance
in
such
a
jaunty
situation
.
In
a
true
view
,
perhaps
,
there
was
more
to
be
gathered
and
told
of
each
anxious
and
experienced
one
,
to
whom
the
years
were
drawing
nigh
when
she
should
say
,
“
I
have
no
pleasure
in
them
,
”
than
of
her
juvenile
comrades
.
But
let
the
elder
be
passed
over
here
for
those
under
whose
bodices
the
life
throbbed
quick
and
warm
.
The
young
girls
formed
,
indeed
,
the
majority
of
the
band
,
and
their
heads
of
luxuriant
hair
reflected
in
the
sunshine
every
tone
of
gold
,
and
black
,
and
brown
.
Some
had
beautiful
eyes
,
others
a
beautiful
nose
,
others
a
beautiful
mouth
and
figure
:
few
,
if
any
,
had
all
.
A
difficulty
of
arranging
their
lips
in
this
crude
exposure
to
public
scrutiny
,
an
inability
to
balance
their
heads
,
and
to
dissociate
self
-
consciousness
from
their
features
,
was
apparent
in
them
,
and
showed
that
they
were
genuine
country
girls
,
unaccustomed
to
many
eyes
.
And
as
each
and
all
of
them
were
warmed
without
by
the
sun
,
so
each
had
a
private
little
sun
for
her
soul
to
bask
in
;
some
dream
,
some
affection
,
some
hobby
,
at
least
some
remote
and
distant
hope
which
,
though
perhaps
starving
to
nothing
,
still
lived
on
,
as
hopes
will
.
They
were
all
cheerful
,
and
many
of
them
merry
.
They
came
round
by
The
Pure
Drop
Inn
,
and
were
turning
out
of
the
high
road
to
pass
through
a
wicket
-
gate
into
the
meadows
,
when
one
of
the
women
said
—
“
The
Load
-
a
-
Lord
!
Why
,
Tess
Durbeyfield
,
if
there
isn
’
t
thy
father
riding
hwome
in
a
carriage
!
”
A
young
member
of
the
band
turned
her
head
at
the
exclamation
.
She
was
a
fine
and
handsome
girl
—
not
handsomer
than
some
others
,
possibly
—
but
her
mobile
peony
mouth
and
large
innocent
eyes
added
eloquence
to
colour
and
shape
.
She
wore
a
red
ribbon
in
her
hair
,
and
was
the
only
one
of
the
white
company
who
could
boast
of
such
a
pronounced
adornment
.
As
she
looked
round
Durbeyfield
was
seen
moving
along
the
road
in
a
chaise
belonging
to
The
Pure
Drop
,
driven
by
a
frizzle
-
headed
brawny
damsel
with
her
gown
-
sleeves
rolled
above
her
elbows
.
This
was
the
cheerful
servant
of
that
establishment
,
who
,
in
her
part
of
factotum
,
turned
groom
and
ostler
at
times
.
Durbeyfield
,
leaning
back
,
and
with
his
eyes
closed
luxuriously
,
was
waving
his
hand
above
his
head
,
and
singing
in
a
slow
recitative
—
“
I
’
ve
-
got
-
a
-
gr
’
t
-
family
-
vault
-
at
-
Kingsbere
—
and
knighted
-
forefathers
-
in
-
lead
-
coffins
-
there
!
”
The
clubbists
tittered
,
except
the
girl
called
Tess
—
in
whom
a
slow
heat
seemed
to
rise
at
the
sense
that
her
father
was
making
himself
foolish
in
their
eyes
.
