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Poor
Sorrow
’
s
campaign
against
sin
,
the
world
,
and
the
devil
was
doomed
to
be
of
limited
brilliancy
—
luckily
perhaps
for
himself
,
considering
his
beginnings
.
In
the
blue
of
the
morning
that
fragile
soldier
and
servant
breathed
his
last
,
and
when
the
other
children
awoke
they
cried
bitterly
,
and
begged
Sissy
to
have
another
pretty
baby
.
The
calmness
which
had
possessed
Tess
since
the
christening
remained
with
her
in
the
infant
’
s
loss
.
In
the
daylight
,
indeed
,
she
felt
her
terrors
about
his
soul
to
have
been
somewhat
exaggerated
;
whether
well
founded
or
not
she
had
no
uneasiness
now
,
reasoning
that
if
Providence
would
not
ratify
such
an
act
of
approximation
she
,
for
one
,
did
not
value
the
kind
of
heaven
lost
by
the
irregularity
—
either
for
herself
or
for
her
child
.
So
passed
away
Sorrow
the
Undesired
—
that
intrusive
creature
,
that
bastard
gift
of
shameless
Nature
who
respects
not
the
social
law
;
a
waif
to
whom
eternal
Time
had
been
a
matter
of
days
merely
,
who
knew
not
that
such
things
as
years
and
centuries
ever
were
;
to
whom
the
cottage
interior
was
the
universe
,
the
week
’
s
weather
climate
,
new
-
born
babyhood
human
existence
,
and
the
instinct
to
suck
human
knowledge
.
Tess
,
who
mused
on
the
christening
a
good
deal
,
wondered
if
it
were
doctrinally
sufficient
to
secure
a
Christian
burial
for
the
child
.
Nobody
could
tell
this
but
the
parson
of
the
parish
,
and
he
was
a
new
-
comer
,
and
did
not
know
her
.
She
went
to
his
house
after
dusk
,
and
stood
by
the
gate
,
but
could
not
summon
courage
to
go
in
.
The
enterprise
would
have
been
abandoned
if
she
had
not
by
accident
met
him
coming
homeward
as
she
turned
away
.
In
the
gloom
she
did
not
mind
speaking
freely
.
“
I
should
like
to
ask
you
something
,
sir
.
”
He
expressed
his
willingness
to
listen
,
and
she
told
the
story
of
the
baby
’
s
illness
and
the
extemporized
ordinance
.
“
And
now
,
sir
,
”
she
added
earnestly
,
“
can
you
tell
me
this
—
will
it
be
just
the
same
for
him
as
if
you
had
baptized
him
?
”
Having
the
natural
feelings
of
a
tradesman
at
finding
that
a
job
he
should
have
been
called
in
for
had
been
unskilfully
botched
by
his
customers
among
themselves
,
he
was
disposed
to
say
no
.
Yet
the
dignity
of
the
girl
,
the
strange
tenderness
in
her
voice
,
combined
to
affect
his
nobler
impulses
—
or
rather
those
that
he
had
left
in
him
after
ten
years
of
endeavour
to
graft
technical
belief
on
actual
scepticism
.
The
man
and
the
ecclesiastic
fought
within
him
,
and
the
victory
fell
to
the
man
.
“
My
dear
girl
,
”
he
said
,
“
it
will
be
just
the
same
.
”
“
Then
will
you
give
him
a
Christian
burial
?
”
she
asked
quickly
.
