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The
harvest
-
men
rose
from
the
shock
of
corn
,
and
stretched
their
limbs
,
and
extinguished
their
pipes
.
The
horses
,
which
had
been
unharnessed
and
fed
,
were
again
attached
to
the
scarlet
machine
.
Tess
,
having
quickly
eaten
her
own
meal
,
beckoned
to
her
eldest
sister
to
come
and
take
away
the
baby
,
fastened
her
dress
,
put
on
the
buff
gloves
again
,
and
stooped
anew
to
draw
a
bond
from
the
last
completed
sheaf
for
the
tying
of
the
next
.
In
the
afternoon
and
evening
the
proceedings
of
the
morning
were
continued
,
Tess
staying
on
till
dusk
with
the
body
of
harvesters
.
Then
they
all
rode
home
in
one
of
the
largest
wagons
,
in
the
company
of
a
broad
tarnished
moon
that
had
risen
from
the
ground
to
the
eastwards
,
its
face
resembling
the
outworn
gold
-
leaf
halo
of
some
worm
-
eaten
Tuscan
saint
.
Tess
’
s
female
companions
sang
songs
,
and
showed
themselves
very
sympathetic
and
glad
at
her
reappearance
out
of
doors
,
though
they
could
not
refrain
from
mischievously
throwing
in
a
few
verses
of
the
ballad
about
the
maid
who
went
to
the
merry
green
wood
and
came
back
a
changed
state
.
There
are
counterpoises
and
compensations
in
life
;
and
the
event
which
had
made
of
her
a
social
warning
had
also
for
the
moment
made
her
the
most
interesting
personage
in
the
village
to
many
.
Their
friendliness
won
her
still
farther
away
from
herself
,
their
lively
spirits
were
contagious
,
and
she
became
almost
gay
.
But
now
that
her
moral
sorrows
were
passing
away
a
fresh
one
arose
on
the
natural
side
of
her
which
knew
no
social
law
.
When
she
reached
home
it
was
to
learn
to
her
grief
that
the
baby
had
been
suddenly
taken
ill
since
the
afternoon
.
Some
such
collapse
had
been
probable
,
so
tender
and
puny
was
its
frame
;
but
the
event
came
as
a
shock
nevertheless
.
The
baby
’
s
offence
against
society
in
coming
into
the
world
was
forgotten
by
the
girl
-
mother
;
her
soul
’
s
desire
was
to
continue
that
offence
by
preserving
the
life
of
the
child
.
However
,
it
soon
grew
clear
that
the
hour
of
emancipation
for
that
little
prisoner
of
the
flesh
was
to
arrive
earlier
than
her
worst
misgiving
had
conjectured
.
And
when
she
had
discovered
this
she
was
plunged
into
a
misery
which
transcended
that
of
the
child
’
s
simple
loss
.
Her
baby
had
not
been
baptized
.
Tess
had
drifted
into
a
frame
of
mind
which
accepted
passively
the
consideration
that
if
she
should
have
to
burn
for
what
she
had
done
,
burn
she
must
,
and
there
was
an
end
of
it
.
Like
all
village
girls
she
was
well
grounded
in
the
Holy
Scriptures
,
and
had
dutifully
studied
the
histories
of
Aholah
and
Aholibah
,
and
knew
the
inferences
to
be
drawn
therefrom
.
But
when
the
same
question
arose
with
regard
to
the
baby
,
it
had
a
very
different
colour
.
Her
darling
was
about
to
die
,
and
no
salvation
.
It
was
nearly
bedtime
,
but
she
rushed
downstairs
and
asked
if
she
might
send
for
the
parson
.
The
moment
happened
to
be
one
at
which
her
father
’
s
sense
of
the
antique
nobility
of
his
family
was
highest
,
and
his
sensitiveness
to
the
smudge
which
Tess
had
set
upon
that
nobility
most
pronounced
,
for
he
had
just
returned
from
his
weekly
booze
at
Rolliver
’
s
Inn
.
No
parson
should
come
inside
his
door
,
he
declared
,
prying
into
his
affairs
,
just
then
,
when
,
by
her
shame
,
it
had
become
more
necessary
than
ever
to
hide
them
.
He
locked
the
door
and
put
the
key
in
his
pocket
.
The
household
went
to
bed
,
and
,
distressed
beyond
measure
,
Tess
retired
also
.
She
was
continually
waking
as
she
lay
,
and
in
the
middle
of
the
night
found
that
the
baby
was
still
worse
.
It
was
obviously
dying
—
quietly
and
painlessly
,
but
none
the
less
surely
.
In
her
misery
she
rocked
herself
upon
the
bed
.
The
clock
struck
the
solemn
hour
of
one
,
that
hour
when
fancy
stalks
outside
reason
,
and
malignant
possibilities
stand
rock
-
firm
as
facts
.
She
thought
of
the
child
consigned
to
the
nethermost
corner
of
hell
,
as
its
double
doom
for
lack
of
baptism
and
lack
of
legitimacy
;
saw
the
arch
-
fiend
tossing
it
with
his
three
-
pronged
fork
,
like
the
one
they
used
for
heating
the
oven
on
baking
days
;
to
which
picture
she
added
many
other
quaint
and
curious
details
of
torment
sometimes
taught
the
young
in
this
Christian
country
.
The
lurid
presentment
so
powerfully
affected
her
imagination
in
the
silence
of
the
sleeping
house
that
her
nightgown
became
damp
with
perspiration
,
and
the
bedstead
shook
with
each
throb
of
her
heart
.
The
infant
’
s
breathing
grew
more
difficult
,
and
the
mother
’
s
mental
tension
increased
.
It
was
useless
to
devour
the
little
thing
with
kisses
;
she
could
stay
in
bed
no
longer
,
and
walked
feverishly
about
the
room
.
