Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 43

           Theytrudgedonwardswithslantedbodiesthroughtheflossyfields,keepingaswellastheycouldintheshelterofhedges,which,however,actedasstrainersratherthanscreens.Theair,afflictedtopallorwiththehoarymultitudesthatinfestedit,twistedandspunthemeccentrically,suggestinganachromaticchaosofthings.Butboththeyoungwomenwerefairlycheerful;suchweatheronadryuplandisnotinitselfdispiriting.

           “Ha-ha!thecunningnorthernbirdsknewthiswascoming,”saidMarian.“Dependupon’t,theykeepjustinfronto’tallthewayfromtheNorthStar.Yourhusband,mydear,is,Imakenodoubt,havingscorchingweatherallthistime.Lord,ifhecouldonlyseehisprettywifenow!Notthatthisweatherhurtsyourbeautyatallinfact,itratherdoesitgood.”

           “Youmustn’ttalkabouthimtome,Marian,”saidTessseverely.

           “Well,butsurelyyoucarefor’n!Doyou?”

           Insteadofanswering,Tess,withtearsinhereyes,impulsivelyfacedinthedirectioninwhichsheimaginedSouthAmericatolie,and,puttingupherlips,blewoutapassionatekissuponthesnowywind.

           “Well,well,Iknowyoudo.But‘ponmybody,itisarumlifeforamarriedcouple!ThereIwon’tsayanotherword!Well,asfortheweather,itwon’thurtusinthewheat-barn;butreed-drawingisfearfulhardworkworsethanswede-hacking.IcanstanditbecauseI’mstout;butyoubeslimmerthanI.Ican’tthinkwhymaistershouldhaveset‘eeatit.”

           Theyreachedthewheat-barnandenteredit.

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