Тэсс из рода д’Эрбервиллей

Chapter 18

           Theconversationatthetablemixedinwithhisphantasmalorchestratillhethought:“Whataflutyvoiceoneofthosemilkmaidshas!Isupposeitisthenewone.”

           Clarelookedrounduponher,seatedwiththeothers.

           Shewasnotlookingtowardshim.Indeed,owingtohislongsilence,hispresenceintheroomwasalmostforgotten.

           “Idon’tknowaboutghosts,”shewassaying;“butIdoknowthatoursoulscanbemadetogooutsideourbodieswhenwearealive.”

           Thedairymanturnedtoherwithhismouthfull,hiseyeschargedwithseriousinquiry,andhisgreatknifeandfork(breakfastswerebreakfastshere)plantederectonthetable,likethebeginningofagallows.

           “Whatreallynow?Andisitso,maidy?”hesaid.

           “Averyeasywaytofeel’emgo,”continuedTess,“istolieonthegrassatnightandlookstraightupatsomebigbrightstar;and,byfixingyourminduponit,youwillsoonfindthatyouarehundredsandhundredso’milesawayfromyourbody,whichyoudon’tseemtowantatall.”

           ThedairymanremovedhishardgazefromTess,andfixeditonhiswife.

           “Nowthat’sarumthing,Christiannerhey?Tothinko’themilesI’vevampedo’starlightnightstheselastthirtyyear,courting,ortrading,orfordoctor,orfornurse,andyetneverhadtheleastnotiono’thattillnow,orfeeledmysoulrisesomuchasaninchabovemyshirt-collar.”

           Thegeneralattentionbeingdrawntoher,includingthatofthedairyman’spupil,Tessflushed,andremarkingevasivelythatitwasonlyafancy,resumedherbreakfast

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