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Her
mother
was
subdued
.
“
I
thought
if
I
spoke
of
his
fond
feelings
and
what
they
might
lead
to
,
you
would
be
hontish
wi
’
him
and
lose
your
chance
,
”
she
murmured
,
wiping
her
eyes
with
her
apron
.
“
Well
,
we
must
make
the
best
of
it
,
I
suppose
.
’
Tis
nater
,
after
all
,
and
what
do
please
God
!
”
The
event
of
Tess
Durbeyfield
’
s
return
from
the
manor
of
her
bogus
kinsfolk
was
rumoured
abroad
,
if
rumour
be
not
too
large
a
word
for
a
space
of
a
square
mile
.
In
the
afternoon
several
young
girls
of
Marlott
,
former
schoolfellows
and
acquaintances
of
Tess
,
called
to
see
her
,
arriving
dressed
in
their
best
starched
and
ironed
,
as
became
visitors
to
a
person
who
had
made
a
transcendent
conquest
(
as
they
supposed
)
,
and
sat
round
the
room
looking
at
her
with
great
curiosity
.
For
the
fact
that
it
was
this
said
thirty
-
first
cousin
,
Mr
d
’
Urberville
,
who
had
fallen
in
love
with
her
,
a
gentleman
not
altogether
local
,
whose
reputation
as
a
reckless
gallant
and
heartbreaker
was
beginning
to
spread
beyond
the
immediate
boundaries
of
Trantridge
,
lent
Tess
’
s
supposed
position
,
by
its
fearsomeness
,
a
far
higher
fascination
that
it
would
have
exercised
if
unhazardous
.
Their
interest
was
so
deep
that
the
younger
ones
whispered
when
her
back
was
turned
—
“
How
pretty
she
is
;
and
how
that
best
frock
do
set
her
off
!
I
believe
it
cost
an
immense
deal
,
and
that
it
was
a
gift
from
him
.
”
Tess
,
who
was
reaching
up
to
get
the
tea
-
things
from
the
corner
-
cupboard
,
did
not
hear
these
commentaries
.
If
she
had
heard
them
,
she
might
soon
have
set
her
friends
right
on
the
matter
.
But
her
mother
heard
,
and
Joan
’
s
simple
vanity
,
having
been
denied
the
hope
of
a
dashing
marriage
,
fed
itself
as
well
as
it
could
upon
the
sensation
of
a
dashing
flirtation
.
Upon
the
whole
she
felt
gratified
,
even
though
such
a
limited
and
evanescent
triumph
should
involve
her
daughter
’
s
reputation
;
It
was
a
hazy
sunrise
in
August
.
The
denser
nocturnal
vapours
,
attacked
by
the
warm
beams
,
were
dividing
and
shrinking
into
isolated
fleeces
within
hollows
and
coverts
,
where
they
waited
till
they
should
be
dried
away
to
nothing
.
The
sun
,
on
account
of
the
mist
,
had
a
curious
sentient
,
personal
look
,
demanding
the
masculine
pronoun
for
its
adequate
expression
.
His
present
aspect
,
coupled
with
the
lack
of
all
human
forms
in
the
scene
,
explained
the
old
-
time
heliolatries
in
a
moment
.
One
could
feel
that
a
saner
religion
had
never
prevailed
under
the
sky
.
The
luminary
was
a
golden
-
haired
,
beaming
,
mild
-
eyed
,
God
-
like
creature
,
gazing
down
in
the
vigour
and
intentness
of
youth
upon
an
earth
that
was
brimming
with
interest
for
him
.
His
light
,
a
little
later
,
broke
though
chinks
of
cottage
shutters
,
throwing
stripes
like
red
-
hot
pokers
upon
cupboards
,
chests
of
drawers
,
and
other
furniture
within
;
and
awakening
harvesters
who
were
not
already
astir
.
But
of
all
ruddy
things
that
morning
the
brightest
were
two
broad
arms
of
painted
wood
,
which
rose
from
the
margin
of
yellow
cornfield
hard
by
Marlott
village
.
They
,
with
two
others
below
,
formed
the
revolving
Maltese
cross
of
the
reaping
-
machine
,
which
had
been
brought
to
the
field
on
the
previous
evening
to
be
ready
for
operations
this
day
.
The
paint
with
which
they
were
smeared
,
intensified
in
hue
by
the
sunlight
,
imparted
to
them
a
look
of
having
been
dipped
in
liquid
fire
.
