Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 10

           Sowecomehereandsendoutforliquor.”

           “Butwhenbeanyofyougoinghome?”askedTesswithsomeanxiety.

           “Nowa’mostdirectly.Thisisallbutthelastjig.”

           Shewaited.Thereeldrewtoaclose,andsomeofthepartywereinthemindofstarting.Butotherswouldnot,andanotherdancewasformed.Thissurelywouldendit,thoughtTess.Butitmergedinyetanother.Shebecamerestlessanduneasy;yet,havingwaitedsolong,itwasnecessarytowaitlonger;onaccountofthefairtheroadsweredottedwithrovingcharactersofpossiblyillintent;and,thoughnotfearfulofmeasurabledangers,shefearedtheunknown.HadshebeennearMarlottshewouldhavehadlessdread.

           “Don’tyebenervous,mydeargoodsoul,”expostulated,betweenhiscoughs,ayoungmanwithawetface,andhisstrawhatsofarbackuponhisheadthatthebrimencircleditlikethenimbusofasaint.“What’syerhurry?TomorrowisSunday,thankGod,andwecansleepitoffinchurch-time.Now,haveaturnwithme?”

           Shedidnotabhordancing,butshewasnotgoingtodancehere.Themovementgrewmorepassionate:thefiddlersbehindtheluminouspillarofcloudnowandthenvariedtheairbyplayingonthewrongsideofthebridgeorwiththebackofthebow.Butitdidnotmatter;thepantingshapesspunonwards.

           Theydidnotvarytheirpartnersiftheirinclinationweretosticktopreviousones.

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