Тэсс из рода д’Эрбервиллей

Chapter 19

           Theexaltationwhichshehaddescribedasbeingproducibleatwillbygazingatastar,camenowwithoutanydeterminationofhers;sheundulateduponthethinnotesofthesecond-handharp,andtheirharmoniespassedlikebreezesthroughher,bringingtearsintohereyes.Thefloatingpollenseemedtobehisnotesmadevisible,andthedampnessofthegardentheweepingofthegarden’ssensibility.Thoughnearnightfall,therank-smellingweed-flowersglowedasiftheywouldnotcloseforintentness,andthewavesofcolourmixedwiththewavesofsound.

           Thelightwhichstillshonewasderivedmainlyfromalargeholeinthewesternbankofcloud;itwaslikeapieceofdayleftbehindbyaccident,duskhavingclosedinelsewhere.Heconcludedhisplaintivemelody,averysimpleperformance,demandingnogreatskill;andshewaited,thinkinganothermightbebegun.But,tiredofplaying,hehaddesultorilycomeroundthefence,andwasramblingupbehindher.Tess,hercheeksonfire,movedawayfurtively,asifhardlymovingatall.

           Angel,however,sawherlightsummergown,andhespoke;hislowtonesreachingher,thoughhewassomedistanceoff.

           “Whatmakesyoudrawoffinthatway,Tess?”saidhe.“Areyouafraid?”

           “Ohno,sir...notofoutdoorthings;especiallyjustnowwhentheapple-bloothisfalling,andeverythingissogreen.”

           “Butyouhaveyourindoorfearseh?”

           “Wellyes,sir.”

           “Whatof?”

           “Icouldn’tquitesay.”

           “Themilkturningsour?”

           “No.”

           “Lifeingeneral?”

           “Yes,sir.

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