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At
intervals
she
stands
up
to
rest
,
and
to
retie
her
disarranged
apron
,
or
to
pull
her
bonnet
straight
.
Then
one
can
see
the
oval
face
of
a
handsome
young
woman
with
deep
dark
eyes
and
long
heavy
clinging
tresses
,
which
seem
to
clasp
in
a
beseeching
way
anything
they
fall
against
.
The
cheeks
are
paler
,
the
teeth
more
regular
,
the
red
lips
thinner
than
is
usual
in
a
country
-
bred
girl
.
It
is
Tess
Durbeyfield
,
otherwise
d
’
Urberville
,
somewhat
changed
—
the
same
,
but
not
the
same
;
at
the
present
stage
of
her
existence
living
as
a
stranger
and
an
alien
here
,
though
it
was
no
strange
land
that
she
was
in
.
After
a
long
seclusion
she
had
come
to
a
resolve
to
undertake
outdoor
work
in
her
native
village
,
the
busiest
season
of
the
year
in
the
agricultural
world
having
arrived
,
and
nothing
that
she
could
do
within
the
house
being
so
remunerative
for
the
time
as
harvesting
in
the
fields
.
The
movements
of
the
other
women
were
more
or
less
similar
to
Tess
’
s
,
the
whole
bevy
of
them
drawing
together
like
dancers
in
a
quadrille
at
the
completion
of
a
sheaf
by
each
,
every
one
placing
her
sheaf
on
end
against
those
of
the
rest
,
till
a
shock
,
or
“
stitch
”
as
it
was
here
called
,
of
ten
or
a
dozen
was
formed
.
They
went
to
breakfast
,
and
came
again
,
and
the
work
proceeded
as
before
.
As
the
hour
of
eleven
drew
near
a
person
watching
her
might
have
noticed
that
every
now
and
then
Tess
’
s
glance
flitted
wistfully
to
the
brow
of
the
hill
,
though
she
did
not
pause
in
her
sheafing
.
On
the
verge
of
the
hour
the
heads
of
a
group
of
children
,
of
ages
ranging
from
six
to
fourteen
,
rose
over
the
stubbly
convexity
of
the
hill
.
The
face
of
Tess
flushed
slightly
,
but
still
she
did
not
pause
.
The
eldest
of
the
comers
,
a
girl
who
wore
a
triangular
shawl
,
its
corners
draggling
on
the
stubble
,
carried
in
her
arms
what
at
first
sight
seemed
to
be
a
doll
,
but
proved
to
be
an
infant
in
long
clothes
.
Another
brought
some
lunch
.
The
harvesters
ceased
working
,
took
their
provisions
,
and
sat
down
against
one
of
the
shocks
.
Here
they
fell
to
,
the
men
plying
a
stone
jar
freely
,
and
passing
round
a
cup
.
Tess
Durbeyfield
had
been
one
of
the
last
to
suspend
her
labours
.
She
sat
down
at
the
end
of
the
shock
,
her
face
turned
somewhat
away
from
her
companions
.
When
she
had
deposited
herself
a
man
in
a
rabbit
-
skin
cap
and
with
a
red
handkerchief
tucked
into
his
belt
,
held
the
cup
of
ale
over
the
top
of
the
shock
for
her
to
drink
.
But
she
did
not
accept
his
offer
.
As
soon
as
her
lunch
was
spread
she
called
up
the
big
girl
her
sister
,
and
took
the
baby
off
her
,
who
,
glad
to
be
relieved
of
the
burden
,
went
away
to
the
next
shock
and
joined
the
other
children
playing
there
.
Tess
,
with
a
curiously
stealthy
yet
courageous
movement
,
and
with
a
still
rising
colour
,
unfastened
her
frock
and
began
suckling
the
child
.
The
men
who
sat
nearest
considerately
turned
their
faces
towards
the
other
end
of
the
field
,
some
of
them
beginning
to
smoke
;
one
,
with
absent
-
minded
fondness
,
regretfully
stroking
the
jar
that
would
no
longer
yield
a
stream
.
All
the
women
but
Tess
fell
into
animated
talk
,
and
adjusted
the
disarranged
knots
of
their
hair
.
