Тэсс из рода д’Эрбервиллей

Chapter 52

           AtthelastreturnofJoantothevehicle,anhourlater,whenhersearchforaccommodationhadstillbeenfruitless,thedriverofthewaggonsaidthegoodsmustbeunloaded,asthehorseswerehalf-dead,andhewasboundtoreturnpartofthewayatleastthatnight.

           “Verywellunloadithere,”saidJoanrecklessly.“I’llgetsheltersomewhere.”

           Thewaggonhaddrawnupunderthechurchyardwall,inaspotscreenedfromview,andthedriver,nothingloth,soonhauleddownthepoorheapofhouseholdgoods.Thisdoneshepaidhim,reducingherselftoalmostherlastshillingthereby,andhemovedoffandleftthem,onlytoogladtogetoutoffurtherdealingswithsuchafamily.Itwasadrynight,andheguessedthattheywouldcometonoharm.

           Tessgazeddesperatelyatthepileoffurniture.Thecoldsunlightofthisspringeveningpeeredinvidiouslyuponthecrocksandkettles,uponthebunchesofdriedherbsshiveringinthebreeze,uponthebrasshandlesofthedresser,uponthewicker-cradletheyhadallbeenrockedin,anduponthewell-rubbedclock-case,allofwhichgaveoutthereproachfulgleamofindoorarticlesabandonedtothevicissitudesofarooflessexposureforwhichtheywerenevermade.Roundaboutweredeparkedhillsandslopesnowcutupintolittlepaddocksandthegreenfoundationsthatshowedwherethed’Urbervillemansiononcehadstood;alsoanoutlyingstretchofEgdonHeaththathadalwaysbelongedtotheestate.Hardby,theaisleofthechurchcalledthed’UrbervilleAislelookedonimperturbably.

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