Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 42

           

           Tearscameintohereyesforverypityofherselfassheheardhim.

           “ButIdon’tcare!”shesaid.“OnoIdon’tcare!I’llalwaysbeuglynow,becauseAngelisnothere,andIhavenobodytotakecareofme.Myhusbandthatwasisgoneaway,andneverwilllovemeanymore;butIlovehimjustthesame,andhateallothermen,andliketomake’emthinkscornfullyofme!”

           ThusTesswalkson;afigurewhichispartofthelandscape;afieldwomanpureandsimple,inwinterguise;agraysergecape,aredwoollencravat,astuffskirtcoveredbyawhitey-brownroughwrapper,andbuff-leathergloves.Everythreadofthatoldattirehasbecomefadedandthinunderthestrokeofraindrops,theburnofsunbeams,andthestressofwinds.Thereisnosignofyoungpassioninhernow

           Themaiden’smouthiscold

           Foldoversimplefold

           Bindingherhead.

           Insidethisexterior,overwhichtheeyemighthaverovedasoverathingscarcelypercipient,almostinorganic,therewastherecordofapulsinglifewhichhadlearnttoowell,foritsyears,ofthedustandashesofthings,ofthecrueltyoflustandthefragilityoflove.

           Nextdaytheweatherwasbad,butshetrudgedon,thehonesty,directness,andimpartialityofelementalenmitydisconcertingherbutlittle.Herobjectbeingawinter’soccupationandawinter’shome,therewasnotimetolose.Herexperienceofshorthiringshadbeensuchthatshewasdeterminedtoacceptnomore.

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