Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 4

           “Iamboundtogoonwiththemail-bags,sothatthebestthingforyoutodoisbideherewithyourload.I’llsendsomebodytohelpyouassoonasIcan.Itisgettingdaylight,andyouhavenothingtofear.”

           Hemountedandspedonhisway;whileTessstoodandwaited.Theatmosphereturnedpale,thebirdsshookthemselvesinthehedges,arose,andtwittered;thelaneshowedallitswhitefeatures,andTessshowedhers,stillwhiter.Thehugepoolofbloodinfrontofherwasalreadyassumingtheiridescenceofcoagulation;andwhenthesunroseahundredprismatichueswerereflectedfromit.Princelayalongsidestillandstark;hiseyeshalfopen,theholeinhischestlookingscarcelylargeenoughtohaveletoutallthathadanimatedhim.

           “’Tisallmydoingallmine!”thegirlcried,gazingatthespectacle.“Noexcuseformenone.Whatwillmotherandfatherliveonnow?Aby,Aby!”Sheshookthechild,whohadsleptsoundlythroughthewholedisaster.“Wecan’tgoonwithourloadPrinceiskilled!”

           WhenAbrahamrealizedall,thefurrowsoffiftyyearswereextemporizedonhisyoungface.

           “Why,Idancedandlaughedonlyyesterday!”shewentontoherself.“TothinkthatIwassuchafool!”

           “’Tisbecausewebeonablightedstar,andnotasoundone,isn’tit,Tess?”murmuredAbrahamthroughhistears.

           Insilencetheywaitedthroughanintervalwhichseemedendless.Atlengthasound,andanapproachingobject,provedtothemthatthedriverofthemail-carhadbeenasgoodashisword.

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