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Almost
at
a
leap
Tess
thus
changed
from
simple
girl
to
complex
woman
.
Symbols
of
reflectiveness
passed
into
her
face
,
and
a
note
of
tragedy
at
times
into
her
voice
.
Her
eyes
grew
larger
and
more
eloquent
.
She
became
what
would
have
been
called
a
fine
creature
;
her
aspect
was
fair
and
arresting
;
her
soul
that
of
a
woman
whom
the
turbulent
experiences
of
the
last
year
or
two
had
quite
failed
to
demoralize
.
But
for
the
world
’
s
opinion
those
experiences
would
have
been
simply
a
liberal
education
.
She
had
held
so
aloof
of
late
that
her
trouble
,
never
generally
known
,
was
nearly
forgotten
in
Marlott
.
But
it
became
evident
to
her
that
she
could
never
be
really
comfortable
again
in
a
place
which
had
seen
the
collapse
of
her
family
’
s
attempt
to
“
claim
kin
”
—
and
,
through
her
,
even
closer
union
—
with
the
rich
d
’
Urbervilles
.
At
least
she
could
not
be
comfortable
there
till
long
years
should
have
obliterated
her
keen
consciousness
of
it
.
Yet
even
now
Tess
felt
the
pulse
of
hopeful
like
still
warm
within
her
;
she
might
be
happy
in
some
nook
which
had
no
memories
.
To
escape
the
past
and
all
that
appertained
thereto
was
to
annihilate
it
,
and
to
do
that
she
would
have
to
get
away
.
Was
once
lost
always
lost
really
true
of
chastity
?
she
would
ask
herself
.
She
might
prove
it
false
if
she
could
veil
bygones
.
The
recuperative
power
which
pervaded
organic
nature
was
surely
not
denied
to
maidenhood
alone
.
She
waited
a
long
time
without
finding
opportunity
for
a
new
departure
.
A
particularly
fine
spring
came
round
,
and
the
stir
of
germination
was
almost
audible
in
the
buds
;
it
moved
her
,
as
it
moved
the
wild
animals
,
and
made
her
passionate
to
go
.
At
last
,
one
day
in
early
May
,
a
letter
reached
her
from
a
former
friend
of
her
mother
’
s
,
to
whom
she
had
addressed
inquiries
long
before
—
a
person
whom
she
had
never
seen
—
that
a
skilful
milkmaid
was
required
at
a
dairy
-
house
many
miles
to
the
southward
,
and
that
the
dairyman
would
be
glad
to
have
her
for
the
summer
months
.
It
was
not
quite
so
far
off
as
could
have
been
wished
;
but
it
was
probably
far
enough
,
her
radius
of
movement
and
repute
having
been
so
small
To
persons
of
limited
spheres
,
miles
are
as
geographical
degrees
,
parishes
as
counties
,
counties
as
provinces
and
kingdoms
.
On
one
point
she
was
resolved
:
there
should
be
no
more
d
’
Urberville
air
-
castles
in
the
dreams
and
deeds
of
her
new
life
.
She
would
be
the
dairymaid
Tess
,
and
nothing
more
.
Her
mother
knew
Tess
’
s
feeling
on
this
point
so
well
,
though
no
words
had
passed
between
them
on
the
subject
,
that
she
never
alluded
to
the
knightly
ancestry
now
.
Yet
such
is
human
inconsistency
that
one
of
the
interests
of
the
new
place
to
her
was
the
accidental
virtues
of
its
lying
near
her
forefathers
’
country
(
for
they
were
not
Blakemore
men
,
though
her
mother
was
Blakemore
to
the
bone
)
.
The
dairy
called
Talbothays
,
for
which
she
was
bound
,
stood
not
remotely
from
some
of
the
former
estates
of
the
d
’
Urbervilles
,
near
the
great
family
vaults
of
her
granddames
and
their
powerful
husbands
.
She
would
be
able
to
look
at
them
,
and
think
not
only
that
d
’
Urberville
,
like
Babylon
,
had
fallen
,
but
that
the
individual
innocence
of
a
humble
descendant
could
lapse
as
silently
.
All
the
while
she
wondered
if
any
strange
good
thing
might
come
of
her
being
in
her
ancestral
land
;
and
some
spirit
within
her
rose
automatically
as
the
sap
in
the
twigs
.
It
was
unexpected
youth
,
surging
up
anew
after
its
temporary
check
,
and
bringing
with
it
hope
,
and
the
invincible
instinct
towards
self
-
delight
.
On
a
thyme
-
scented
,
bird
-
hatching
morning
in
May
,
between
two
and
three
years
after
the
return
from
Trantridge
—
silent
reconstructive
years
for
Tess
Durbeyfield
—
she
left
her
home
for
the
second
time
.
Having
packed
up
her
luggage
so
that
it
could
be
sent
to
her
later
,
she
started
in
a
hired
trap
for
the
little
town
of
Stourcastle
,
through
which
it
was
necessary
to
pass
on
her
journey
,
now
in
a
direction
almost
opposite
to
that
of
her
first
adventuring
.
On
the
curve
of
the
nearest
hill
she
looked
back
regretfully
at
Marlott
and
her
father
’
s
house
,
although
she
had
been
so
anxious
to
get
away
.
