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Then Tess went up to her mother, put her face upon Joan's neck, and told. "And yet th'st not got him to marry 'ee!" reiterated her mother. "Any woman would have done it but you, after that!" "Perhaps any woman would except me." "It would have been something like a story to come back with, if you had!" continued Mrs Durbeyfield, ready to burst into tears of vexation.
"And then there is something very unusual about it about me. I I was " Tess's breath quickened. "Yes, dearest. Never mind." "I I am not a Durbeyfield, but a d'Urberville a descendant of the same family as those that owned the old house we passed. And we are all gone to nothing!" "A d'Urberville! Indeed! And is that all the trouble, dear Tess?" "Yes," she answered faintly.
"Tess is a fine figure o' fun, as I said to myself to-day when I zeed her vamping round parish with the rest," observed one of the elderly boozers in an undertone. "But Joan Durbeyfield must mind that she don't get green malt in floor." It was a local phrase which had a peculiar meaning, and there was no reply.
"'Tis the women's club-walking, Sir John. Why, your da'ter is one o' the members." "To be sure I'd quite forgot it in my thoughts of greater things! Well, vamp on to Marlott, will ye, and order that carriage, and maybe I'll drive round and inspect the club." The lad departed, and Durbeyfield lay waiting on the grass and daisies in the evening sun.
"Mother asked me to come," Tess continued; "and, indeed, I was in the mind to do so myself likewise. But I did not think it would be like this. I came, sir, to tell you that we are of the same family as you." "Ho! Poor relations?" "Yes." "Stokes?" "No; d'Urbervilles." "Ay, ay; I mean d'Urbervilles." "Our names are worn away to Durbeyfield; but we have several proofs that we are d'Urbervilles.
He would wait till Mrs Durbeyfield could inform him of Tess's return, which her letter implied to be soon. He deserved no more.
Ever since the accident with her father's horse Tess Durbeyfield, courageous as she naturally was, had been exceedingly timid on wheels; the least irregularity of motion startled her. She began to get uneasy at a certain recklessness in her conductor's driving. "You will go down slow, sir, I suppose?" she said with attempted unconcern.
"Well, I hope my young friend will like such a comely sample of his own blood. And tell'n, Tess, that being sunk, quite, from our former grandeur, I'll sell him the title yes, sell it and at no onreasonable figure." "Not for less than a thousand pound!" cried Lady Durbeyfield. "Tell'n I'll take a thousand pound. Well, I'll take less, when I come to think o't.
Nobody was visible in the elevated road which skirted the ascent save the lad whom they had sent on before them, sitting on the handle of the barrow that contained all Tess's worldly possessions. "Bide here a bit, and the cart will soon come, no doubt," said Mrs Durbeyfield. "Yes, I see it yonder!"
It is Tess Durbeyfield, otherwise d'Urberville, somewhat changed the same, but not the same; at the present stage of her existence living as a stranger and an alien here, though it was no strange land that she was in.
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