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Those
were
slow
,
silent
,
often
turbid
;
flowing
over
beds
of
mud
into
which
the
incautious
wader
might
sink
and
vanish
unawares
.
The
Froom
waters
were
clear
as
the
pure
River
of
Life
shown
to
the
Evangelist
,
rapid
as
the
shadow
of
a
cloud
,
with
pebbly
shallows
that
prattled
to
the
sky
all
day
long
.
There
the
water
-
flower
was
the
lily
;
the
crowfoot
here
.
Either
the
change
in
the
quality
of
the
air
from
heavy
to
light
,
or
the
sense
of
being
amid
new
scenes
where
there
were
no
invidious
eyes
upon
her
,
sent
up
her
spirits
wonderfully
.
Her
hopes
mingled
with
the
sunshine
in
an
ideal
photosphere
which
surrounded
her
as
she
bounded
along
against
the
soft
south
wind
.
She
heard
a
pleasant
voice
in
every
breeze
,
and
in
every
bird
’
s
note
seemed
to
lurk
a
joy
.
Her
face
had
latterly
changed
with
changing
states
of
mind
,
continually
fluctuating
between
beauty
and
ordinariness
,
according
as
the
thoughts
were
gay
or
grave
.
One
day
she
was
pink
and
flawless
;
another
pale
and
tragical
.
When
she
was
pink
she
was
feeling
less
then
when
pale
;
her
more
perfect
beauty
accorded
with
her
less
elevated
mood
;
her
more
intense
mood
with
her
less
perfect
beauty
.
It
was
her
best
face
physically
that
was
now
set
against
the
south
wind
.
The
irresistible
,
universal
,
automatic
tendency
to
find
sweet
pleasure
somewhere
,
which
pervades
all
life
,
from
the
meanest
to
the
highest
,
had
at
length
mastered
Tess
.
Being
even
now
only
a
young
woman
of
twenty
,
one
who
mentally
and
sentimentally
had
not
finished
growing
,
it
was
impossible
that
any
event
should
have
left
upon
her
an
impression
that
was
not
in
time
capable
of
transmutation
.
And
thus
her
spirits
,
and
her
thankfulness
,
and
her
hopes
,
rose
higher
and
higher
.
She
tried
several
ballads
,
but
found
them
inadequate
;
till
,
recollecting
the
psalter
that
her
eyes
had
so
often
wandered
over
of
a
Sunday
morning
before
she
had
eaten
of
the
tree
of
knowledge
,
she
chanted
:
“
O
ye
Sun
and
Moon
.
.
.
O
ye
Stars
.
.
.
ye
Green
Things
upon
the
Earth
.
.
.
ye
Fowls
of
the
Air
.
.
.
Beasts
and
Cattle
.
.
.
Children
of
Men
.
.
.
bless
ye
the
Lord
,
praise
Him
and
magnify
Him
for
ever
!
”
She
suddenly
stopped
and
murmured
:
“
But
perhaps
I
don
’
t
quite
know
the
Lord
as
yet
.
”
And
probably
the
half
-
unconscious
rhapsody
was
a
Fetichistic
utterance
in
a
Monotheistic
setting
;
women
whose
chief
companions
are
the
forms
and
forces
of
outdoor
Nature
retain
in
their
souls
far
more
of
the
Pagan
fantasy
of
their
remote
forefathers
than
of
the
systematized
religion
taught
their
race
at
later
date
.
However
,
Tess
found
at
least
approximate
expression
for
her
feelings
in
the
old
BENEDICITE
that
she
had
lisped
from
infancy
;
and
it
was
enough
.
Such
high
contentment
with
such
a
slight
initial
performance
as
that
of
having
started
towards
a
means
of
independent
living
was
a
part
of
the
Durbeyfield
temperament
.
Tess
really
wished
to
walk
uprightly
,
while
her
father
did
nothing
of
the
kind
;
but
she
resembled
him
in
being
content
with
immediate
and
small
achievements
,
and
in
having
no
mind
for
laborious
effort
towards
such
petty
social
advancement
as
could
alone
be
effected
by
a
family
so
heavily
handicapped
as
the
once
powerful
d
’
Urbervilles
were
now
.
There
was
,
it
might
be
said
,
the
energy
of
her
mother
’
s
unexpected
family
,
as
well
as
the
natural
energy
of
Tess
’
s
years
,
rekindled
after
the
experience
which
had
so
overwhelmed
her
for
the
time
.
Let
the
truth
be
told
—
women
do
as
a
rule
live
through
such
humiliations
,
and
regain
their
spirits
,
and
again
look
about
them
with
an
interested
eye
.
While
there
’
s
life
there
’
s
hope
is
a
conviction
not
so
entirely
unknown
to
the
“
betrayed
”
as
some
amiable
theorists
would
have
us
believe
.
