Тэсс из рода д’Эрбервиллей

Chapter 44

           Nocrisis,apparently,hadsupervened;andtherewasnothingleftforhertodobuttocontinueuponthatstarve-acrefarmtillshecouldagainsummoncouragetofacetheVicarage.Shedid,indeed,takesufficientinterestinherselftothrowupherveilonthisreturnjourney,asiftolettheworldseethatshecouldatleastexhibitafacesuchasMercyChantcouldnotshow.Butitwasdonewithasorryshakeofthehead.“Itisnothingitisnothing!”shesaid.“Nobodylovesit;nobodyseesit.Whocaresaboutthelooksofacastawaylikeme!”

           Herjourneybackwasratherameanderthanamarch.Ithadnosprightliness,nopurpose;onlyatendency.AlongthetediouslengthofBenvillLaneshebegantogrowtired,andsheleantupongatesandpausedbymilestones.

           Shedidnotenteranyhousetill,attheseventhoreighthmile,shedescendedthesteeplonghillbelowwhichlaythevillageortownletofEvershead,whereinthemorningshehadbreakfastedwithsuchcontrastingexpectations.Thecottagebythechurch,inwhichsheagainsatdown,wasalmostthefirstatthatendofthevillage,andwhilethewomanfetchedhersomemilkfromthepantry,Tess,lookingdownthestreet,perceivedthattheplaceseemedquitedeserted.

           “Thepeoplearegonetoafternoonservice,Isuppose?”shesaid.

           “No,mydear,”saidtheoldwoman.“’Tistoosoonforthat;thebellshain’tstrookoutyet.Theybeallgonetohearthepreachinginyonderbarn.Aranterpreachestherebetweentheservicesanexcellent,fiery,Christianman,theysay.

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