Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 4

           

           Theywerealongwayfurtheronthanwhenshehadlostconsciousness,andthewaggonhadstopped.Ahollowgroan,unlikeanythingshehadeverheardinherlife,camefromthefront,followedbyashoutof“Hoithere!”

           Thelanternhangingatherwaggonhadgoneout,butanotherwasshininginherfacemuchbrighterthanherownhadbeen.Somethingterriblehadhappened.Theharnesswasentangledwithanobjectwhichblockedtheway.

           InconsternationTessjumpeddown,anddiscoveredthedreadfultruth.Thegroanhasproceededfromherfather’spoorhorsePrince.Themorningmail-cart,withitstwonoiselesswheels,speedingalongtheselaneslikeanarrow,asitalwaysdid,haddrivenintoherslowandunlightedequipage.ThepointedshaftofthecarthadenteredthebreastoftheunhappyPrincelikeasword,andfromthewoundhislife’sbloodwasspoutinginastream,andfallingwithahissintotheroad.

           InherdespairTesssprangforwardandputherhanduponthehole,withtheonlyresultthatshebecamesplashedfromfacetoskirtwiththecrimsondrops.Thenshestoodhelplesslylookingon.Princealsostoodfirmandmotionlessaslongashecould;tillhesuddenlysankdowninaheap.

           Bythistimethemail-cartmanhadjoinedher,andbegandraggingandunharnessingthehotformofPrince.Buthewasalreadydead,and,seeingthatnothingmorecouldbedoneimmediately,themail-cartmanreturnedtohisownanimal,whichwasuninjured.

           “Youwasonthewrongside,”hesaid.

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