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\LTess 1t|T\B\B5
\C Thomas Hardy, \rTess of the d'Urbervilles\i, ed. Scott Elledge, second
edition (New York: W.W. Norton & Co., 1979)
\C Phase one, chapter one.
\N0 Phase the First-+-The Maiden
\LTess 1.1|T\B\B5
\C Phase one, chapter one.
\N1 On an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was
walking homeward from Shaston to the village of Marlott, in the
adjoining Vale of Blakemore or Blackmoor. The pair of legs that
carried him were rickety, and there was a bias in his gait which inclined
him somewhat to the left of a straight line. He occasionally
gave a smart nod, as if in confirmation of some opinion, though he
was not thinking of anything in particular. 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.
Presently he was met by an elderly parson astride on a gray mare,
who, as he rode, hummed a wandering tune.
\STess 1.1|T\B\B5
\N12 \`Good night t'ee,\' said the ma . . .
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quite agree to it. Do ye know that riddle about the nott cows,
Jonathan? Why do nott cows give less milk in a year than
horned?\'
\STess 3.17|T\B92
\N43 \`I don't!\' interposed the milkmaid. \`Why do they?\'
\PTess 3.17|T\B93
\N1
\STess 3.17|T\B93
\N1 \`Because there bain't so many of 'em,\' said the dairyman.
\`Howsomever, these gam'sters do certainly keep back their milk
to-day. Folks, we must lift up a stave or two-+-that's the only cure
for't.\'
\STess 3.17|T\B93
\N5 Songs were often resorted to in dairies hereabout as an enticement
to the cows when they showed signs of withholding their
usual yield; and the band of milkers at this request burst into
melody-+-in purely business-like tones, it is true, and with no great
spontaneity; the result, according to their own belief, being a decided
improvement during the song's continuance. When they had
gone through fourteen or fifteen verses of a cheerful ballad about
a murderer who was afraid to go to bed in the dark because he
saw certa . . .
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\N16 The cock crew again.
\STess 4.33|T182
\N17 \`Hoosh! Just you be off, sir, or I'll twist your neck!\' said the
dairyman with some irritation, turning to the bird and driving him
away. And to his wife as they went indoors: \`Now, to think o' that just
to-day! I've not heard his crow of an afternoon all the year afore.\'
\STess 4.33|T182
\N21 \`It only means a change in the weather,\' said she; \`not what
you think: 'tis impossible!\'
\LTess 4.34|T182
\C Phase four, chapter thirtyfour.
\N23 They drove by the level road along the valley to a distance of a
few miles, and, reaching Wellbridge, turned away from the village
to the left, and over the great Elizabethan bridge which gives the
place half its name. Immediately behind it stood the house wherein
they had engaged lodgings, whose exterior features are so well
known to all travellers through the Froom Valley; once portion of
a fine manorial residence, and the property and seat of a d'Urberville,
but since its partial demolition a f . . .
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"[servants of corruption"] who, "[after they have escaped the pollutions
of the world, are again entangled therein and overcome"]-+-whose latter
end is worse than their beginning?\' He laid his hand on her
shoulder. \`Tess, my girl, I was on the way to, at least, social salvation
till I saw you again!\' he said freakishly shaking her as if she were a
child. \`And why then have you tempted me? I was firm as a man
could be till I saw those eyes and that mouth again-+-surely there
never was such a maddening mouth since Eve's!\' His voice sank, and
a hot archness shot from his own black eyes. \`You temptress, Tess;
you dear damned witch of Babylon-+-I could not resist you as soon
as I met you again!\'
\STess 6.46|T268
\N19 \`I couldn't help your seeing me again!\' said Tess, recoiling.
\STess 6.46|T268
\N20 \`I know it-+-I repeat that I do not blame you. But the fact remains.
When I saw you ill-used on the farm that day I was nearly mad to
think that I had no legal right to protect you-+-t . . .
