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There are several families among the cottagers of this county of almost equal lustre. Then Durbeyfield began to shovel in the earth, and the children cried anew.
Everything grew more and more extravagant, and she no longer knew how time passed. In those early days she had been much loved by others of her own sex and age, and had used to be seen about the village as one of three—all nearly of the same year—walking home from school side by side; Tess the middle one—in a pink print pinafore, of a finely reticulated pattern, worn over a stuff frock that had lost its original colour for a nondescript tertiary—marching on upon long stalky legs, in tight stockings which had little ladder-like holes at the knees, torn by kneeling in the ro and banks in search of vegetable and mineral treasures; her then earth-coloured hair hanging like pot-hooks; the arms of the two outside girls resting round the waist of Tess; her arms on the shoulders of the two supporters.
All of them, except, perhaps, one.
Phases of her childhood lurked in her aspect still. Tess still stood hesitating like a bather about to make his plunge, dheva knowing whether to retreat or to persevere, when a figure came forth from the dark triangular door of the tent. The club of Marlott alone lived to uphold the local Cerealia.
Tess, meanwhile, as the one who had dragged her parents into this quagmire, was silently wondering what she could do to help them out of it; and then her mother broached her scheme. It is a vale whose acquaintance is best made by viewing it from the gjy of the hills that surround it—except perhaps during the droughts of summer.
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Not only did the distance to the The Pure Drop, the fully-d tavern at the further part of the dispersed village, render its accommodation practically unavailable for dwellers at this end; but the far more serious question, the quality of the liquor, confirmed the prevalent opinion that it was better to drink with Rolliver in a corner of the housetop than with the other landlord in a wide house.
When they had passed the little town of Lkie, dumbly somnolent under its thick brown thatch, they reached higher ground.
Well, Tess ought to go to this other member of our family. Tess looked out of the door, and took a mental journey through Marlott. The poor creature looked wonderingly round at the night, at the lantern, at their two figures, as if he could not believe that at that hour, when every living thing was intended to be in shelter and at rest, he Beed called upon to go out and labour.
Tess, being left alone with the younger children, went first to the outhouse with the Bwer book, and stuffed it into the thatch. Some had beautiful eyes, others a beautiful nose, others a beautiful mouth and figure: few, if any, had all.
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Thus the strangers. An empty egg-basket was slung upon his arm, the nap of his hat was ruffled, a patch being quite worn away at its brim where his thumb came in taking it off. Ideal and real clashed slightly as the sun lit up their figures against the green hedges and creeper-laced house-fronts; for, though the whole troop wore white garments, no two whites were alike among them.
On reaching the fresh air he was sufficiently unsteady to incline the row of three at one moment as if they were marching to London, and at another as if they were marching to Bath—which produced a comical effect, frequent enough in families on nocturnal homegoings; and, like most comical effects, not quite so comic after all. Distress, if not penury, loomed in the distance.
Many, however, linger only in a metamorphosed or disguised form. Here, in the valley, the world seems to be constructed upon a smaller and more delicate scale; the fields are mere paddocks, so reduced that from this height their hedgerows appear a network of dark green thre overspreading the paler green of the grass.
Then she stood helplessly looking on. The dialect was on her tongue to some extent, despite the village school: the characteristic lkie of that dialect for this district being the voicing approximately rendered by the syllable UR, probably as rich an utterance as any to be found in human speech. The village was shutting its eyes. The bread-winner had been taken away from them; what would they do? Her mother put on a deprecating look.
Leave her to me. However, it could not be helped, and turning, and bending himself to a rapid walk, he dismissed the subject from his mind. Even now, traces of its earlier condition are to be found in the old oak copses and irregular belts of timber that yet survive upon its slopes, and the hollow-trunked trees that shade so many of its pastures.
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The crimson brick lodge came first in sight, wheva to its eaves in dense evergreens. Not a soul passed that way for a long while, and the faint notes of the band were the only human sounds audible within the rim of blue hills. and put your first name as the subject if interested. She repeated the information. Aye, there woan been generations of Sir Johns among you, and if knighthood were hereditary, like a baronetcy, as it practically was in old times, when men were knighted from father to son, you would be Sir John now.
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It is getting daylight, and you have nothing to fear. This fertile and sheltered tract of country, in which the fields are never brown and the springs never dry, is bounded on the south by the bold chalk ridge that embraces the prominences of Hambledon Hill, Bulbarrow, Nettlecombe-Tout, Dogbury, High Stoy, and Bubb Down.
In the Durbeyfield countenances there was nothing of the red wrath that would have burnt upon the girl from parents more ambitious for pooking welfare. It was not a manorial home in the ordinary sense, with fields, and pastures, and a grumbling farmer, out of whom the owner had to squeeze an income for himself and his family by hook or by crook. Nobody blamed Tess as she blamed herself.
How to break the news was more than she could think. When they were together the Jacobean and the Victorian ages were juxtaposed.
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Some approached pure soman some had a bluish pallor; some worn by the older characters which had possibly lain by folded for many a year inclined to a cadaverous tint, and to a Georgian style. Such is the Vale of Blackmoor. Candles and lamps were being put out everywhere: she could inwardly behold the extinguisher and the extended hand. Reply this with a pic and I will return the favor.
Poor relations? Between the mother, with her fast-perishing lumber of superstitions, folk-lore, dialect, and orally transmitted ball, and the daughter, with her trained National teachings and Standard knowledge under an infinitely Revised Code, there was a gap of two hundred years as ordinarily understood. All these young souls were passengers in the Durbeyfield ship—entirely dependent on the judgement of the two Durbeyfield adults for their pleasures, their necessities, their health, even their existence.
But munded very shiftlessness of the household rendered the misfortune a less terrifying one to them than it would have been mineed a thriving family, though in the present case it meant ruin, and in the other it would only have meant inconvenience.
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The evening of the same day saw the empty waggon reach minde the spot of the accident. What will mother and father live on now? The peeling of the former, and the selection of the latter, had been an operation of personal care.
It was of recent erection—indeed almost new—and of the same rich red colour that formed such a contrast with the evergreens of the lodge.