Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 1

           

           “That’sbad.”

           “Yeswhatthemendaciousfamilychroniclescallextinctinthemalelinethatis,gonedowngoneunder.”

           “Thenwheredowelie?”

           “AtKingsbere-sub-Greenhill:rowsandrowsofyouinyourvaults,withyoureffigiesunderPurbeck-marblecanopies.”

           “Andwherebeourfamilymansionsandestates?”

           “Youhaven’tany.”

           “Oh?Nolandsneither?”

           “None;thoughyouoncehad’eminabundance,asIsaid,foryoufamilyconsistedofnumerousbranches.InthiscountytherewasaseatofyoursatKingsbere,andanotheratSherton,andanotherinMillpond,andanotheratLullstead,andanotheratWellbridge.”

           “Andshallweevercomeintoourownagain?”

           “AhthatIcan’ttell!”

           “AndwhathadIbetterdoaboutit,sir?”askedDurbeyfield,afterapause.

           “Ohnothing,nothing;exceptchastenyourselfwiththethoughtof‘howarethemightyfallen.’Itisafactofsomeinteresttothelocalhistorianandgenealogist,nothingmore.Thereareseveralfamiliesamongthecottagersofthiscountyofalmostequallustre.Goodnight.”

           “Butyou’llturnbackandhaveaquartofbeerwi’meonthestrengtho’t,Pa’sonTringham?There’saveryprettybrewintapatThePureDropthough,tobesure,notsogoodasatRolliver’s.”

           “No,thankyounotthisevening,Durbeyfield.You’vehadenoughalready.”Concludingthustheparsonrodeonhisway,withdoubtsastohisdiscretioninretailingthiscuriousbitoflore.

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