Tess of the D‘Urbervilles

g from Chaseborough to Shaston. She did not know what the other occupants said to her as she entered, thou

e pointedly than any had spoken before: `Why, you

When the passengers were not looking she stealthily removed the more prominent blooms from her hat and placed them in the basket, where she covered them with her handkerchief. Then she fell to reflecting again, and in looking downwards a th

to the vale to Marlott. Her mother had advised her to stay here for the night, at the house of a cottage woman they kne

a moment from her mother's triumphant manner

! I told 'ee it would be all

y? What has?' said T

n with arch approval, and went on bante

ou know,

ad a le

that there would have

l-farm which is her hobby. But this is only her artful way of getting 'ee there w

idn't se

omebody, I

w her

d he ow

e called

d Joan to her husband. `Well, he spoke to his

am apt at tending fowls

They that be born in a business always know more about it than any 'prentice. Besides

ink I ought to go,' sa

tter? Will you le

ille wrote it

would be useful to that lady in the management of her poultry farm, that a comfortable room would be

's all!' s

w her arms round 'ee, an' to kis

d out of t

y here with father

t w

u why, mother; indeed,

hbourhood. Her idea had been to get together sufficient money during the summer to purchase another horse. Hardly h

her, if Tess could really come to manage the old lady's fowl farm or not; the lad who had hitherto superintended the birds having proved untrustworthy. `Mr d'Urberville says you must be a good girl if you are at all as you appear; he knows

murmured; `and if I was quite sure how it

ighty hand

nk so,' said

ether or no; and I'm sure he w

t! and it did twinkle when he put his hand up to his mistarshers. Mother,

ied Mrs Durbeyfield, wit

d ring,' murmured Sir John,

er,' said Tess, l

f us, straight off,' continued the matron to her hus

rom home,' said the haggler. `As the head of

i' - her you can see that. He called her Coz! He'll marry her, most like

than energy or health, and this

ood by linking on to the old line. Tess, the little rogue! And have she really paid 'em a visit to such an end as this?' Meanwhile Tess was

you going to

en Mrs d'Urbervi

l settle it. Then you'l

coughed in

decide. I killed the old horse, and I suppose I ought to do something to get

(which they imagined the other family to be) as a species of dolorifuge after the death of

ed with square mouths. `And we shan't have a nice new horse, and lots o' golden m

rs in the house seem heavier than they were by prolonging them indefinitely, als

,' said Te

onsciousness of the nuptial Vision

a pretty maid as 'tis,

iled cr

is no other kind of chance. You had better

ite sure that she did not feel proud enough, af

nformed that Mrs d'Urberville was glad of her decision, and that a spring-cart should be sent to meet her and her luggage at the top of t

eld doubtingly. `It might have b

occupation which would not be onerous. She had hoped to be a teacher at the school, but the fates seemed to decide otherwise. Being mentally older than her mother she did not regard Mr