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Tess
’
s
attention
was
thus
attracted
to
the
dairyman
’
s
interlocutor
,
of
whom
she
could
see
but
the
merest
patch
,
owing
to
his
burying
his
head
so
persistently
in
the
flank
of
the
milcher
.
She
could
not
understand
why
he
should
be
addressed
as
“
sir
”
even
by
the
dairyman
himself
.
But
no
explanation
was
discernible
;
he
remained
under
to
cow
long
enough
to
have
milked
three
,
uttering
a
private
ejaculation
now
and
then
,
as
if
he
could
not
get
on
.
“
Take
it
gentle
,
sir
;
take
it
gentle
,
”
said
the
dairyman
.
“
’
Tis
knack
,
not
strength
that
does
it
.
”
“
So
I
find
,
”
said
the
other
,
standing
up
at
last
and
stretching
his
arms
.
“
I
think
I
have
finished
her
,
however
,
though
she
made
my
fingers
ache
.
”
Tess
could
then
see
him
at
full
length
.
He
wore
the
ordinary
white
pinner
and
leather
leggings
of
a
dairy
-
farmer
when
milking
,
and
his
boots
were
clogged
with
the
mulch
of
the
yard
;
but
this
was
all
his
local
livery
.
Beneath
it
was
something
educated
,
reserved
,
subtle
,
sad
,
differing
.
But
the
details
of
his
aspect
were
temporarily
thrust
aside
by
the
discovery
that
he
was
one
whom
she
had
seen
before
.
Such
vicissitudes
had
Tess
passed
through
since
that
time
that
for
a
moment
she
could
not
remember
where
she
had
met
him
;
and
then
it
flashed
upon
her
that
he
was
the
pedestrian
who
had
joined
in
the
club
-
dance
at
Marlott
—
the
passing
stranger
who
had
come
she
knew
not
whence
,
had
danced
with
others
but
not
with
her
,
and
slightingly
left
her
,
and
gone
on
his
way
with
his
friends
.
The
flood
of
memories
brought
back
by
this
revival
of
an
incident
anterior
to
her
troubles
produced
a
momentary
dismay
lest
,
recognizing
her
also
,
he
should
by
some
means
discover
her
story
.
But
it
passed
away
when
she
found
no
sign
of
remembrance
in
him
.
She
saw
by
degrees
that
since
their
first
and
only
encounter
his
mobile
face
had
grown
more
thoughtful
,
and
had
acquired
a
young
man
’
s
shapely
moustache
and
beard
—
the
latter
of
the
palest
straw
colour
where
it
began
upon
his
cheeks
,
and
deepening
to
a
warm
brown
farther
from
its
root
.
Under
his
linen
milking
-
pinner
he
wore
a
dark
velveteen
jacket
,
cord
breeches
and
gaiters
,
and
a
starched
white
shirt
.
Without
the
milking
-
gear
nobody
could
have
guessed
what
he
was
.
He
might
with
equal
probability
have
been
an
eccentric
landowner
or
a
gentlemanly
ploughman
.
That
he
was
but
a
novice
at
dairy
work
she
had
realized
in
a
moment
,
from
the
time
he
had
spent
upon
the
milking
of
one
cow
.
Meanwhile
many
of
the
milkmaids
had
said
to
one
another
of
the
newcomer
,
“
How
pretty
she
is
!
”
with
something
of
real
generosity
and
admiration
,
though
with
a
half
hope
that
the
auditors
would
qualify
the
assertion
—
which
,
strictly
speaking
,
they
might
have
done
,
prettiness
being
an
inexact
definition
of
what
struck
the
eye
in
Tess
.
When
the
milking
was
finished
for
the
evening
they
straggled
indoors
,
where
Mrs
Crick
,
the
dairyman
’
s
wife
—
who
was
too
respectable
to
go
out
milking
herself
,
and
wore
a
hot
stuff
gown
in
warm
weather
because
the
dairymaids
wore
prints
—
was
giving
an
eye
to
the
leads
and
things
.
Only
two
or
three
of
the
maids
,
Tess
learnt
,
slept
in
the
dairy
-
house
besides
herself
;
most
of
the
helpers
going
to
their
homes
.
She
saw
nothing
at
supper
-
time
of
the
superior
milker
who
had
commented
on
the
story
,
and
asked
no
questions
about
him
,
the
remainder
of
the
evening
being
occupied
in
arranging
her
place
in
the
bed
-
chamber
.
It
was
a
large
room
over
the
milk
-
house
,
some
thirty
feet
long
;
the
sleeping
-
cots
of
the
other
three
indoor
milkmaids
being
in
the
same
apartment
.
They
were
blooming
young
women
,
and
,
except
one
,
rather
older
than
herself
.
By
bedtime
Tess
was
thoroughly
tired
,
and
fell
asleep
immediately
.
But
one
of
the
girls
who
occupied
an
adjoining
bed
was
more
wakeful
than
Tess
,
and
would
insist
upon
relating
to
the
latter
various
particulars
of
the
homestead
into
which
she
had
just
entered
.
The
girl
’
s
whispered
words
mingled
with
the
shades
,
and
,
to
Tess
’
s
drowsy
mind
,
they
seemed
to
be
generated
by
the
darkness
in
which
they
floated
