<Title>Tess of the D'Urbervilles</Title>
<Edition>A Norton Critical Edition. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 1965</Edition>
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<p>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 Blakermore or Blackmoor.
The pair of legs that carried him wre 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, humme . . .