He touched her with his fingers, which sank into her as into down.

"You have only that puffy muslin dress on--how's that?"

"It's my best summer one. 'Twas very warm when I started, and I

didn't know I was going to ride, and that it would be night."

"Nights grow chilly in September. Let me see." He pulled off a

light overcoat that he had worn, and put it round her tenderly.

"That's it--now you'll feel warmer," he continued. "Now, my pretty,

rest there; I shall soon be back again."

Having buttoned the overcoat round her shoulders he plunged into the

webs of vapour which by this time formed veils between the trees.

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She could hear the rustling of the branches as he ascended the

adjoining slope, till his movements were no louder than the hopping

of a bird, and finally died away. With the setting of the moon the

pale light lessened, and Tess became invisible as she fell into

reverie upon the leaves where he had left her.

In the meantime Alec d'Urberville had pushed on up the slope to clear

his genuine doubt as to the quarter of The Chase they were in. He

had, in fact, ridden quite at random for over an hour, taking any

turning that came to hand in order to prolong companionship with her,

and giving far more attention to Tess's moonlit person than to any

wayside object. A little rest for the jaded animal being desirable,

he did not hasten his search for landmarks. A clamber over the

hill into the adjoining vale brought him to the fence of a highway

whose contours he recognized, which settled the question of their

whereabouts. D'Urberville thereupon turned back; but by this time

the moon had quite gone down, and partly on account of the fog The

Chase was wrapped in thick darkness, although morning was not far

off. He was obliged to advance with outstretched hands to avoid

contact with the boughs, and discovered that to hit the exact spot

from which he had started was at first entirely beyond him. Roaming

up and down, round and round, he at length heard a slight movement of

the horse close at hand; and the sleeve of his overcoat unexpectedly

caught his foot. "Tess!" said d'Urberville.

There was no answer. The obscurity was now so great that he could

see absolutely nothing but a pale nebulousness at his feet, which

represented the white muslin figure he had left upon the dead leaves.

Everything else was blackness alike. D'Urberville stooped; and heard

a gentle regular breathing. He knelt and bent lower, till her breath

warmed his face, and in a moment his cheek was in contact with hers.

She was sleeping soundly, and upon her eyelashes there lingered

tears. Darkness and silence ruled everywhere around. Above them rose the

primeval yews and oaks of The Chase, in which there poised gentle

roosting birds in their last nap; and about them stole the hopping

rabbits and hares. But, might some say, where was Tess's guardian

angel? where was the providence of her simple faith? Perhaps, like

that other god of whom the ironical Tishbite spoke, he was talking,

or he was pursuing, or he was in a journey, or he was sleeping and

not to be awaked. Why it was that upon this beautiful feminine tissue, sensitive as

gossamer, and practically blank as snow as yet, there should have

been traced such a coarse pattern as it was doomed to receive; why

so often the coarse appropriates the finer thus, the wrong man the

woman, the wrong woman the man, many thousand years of analytical

philosophy have failed to explain to our sense of order. One may,

indeed, admit the possibility of a retribution lurking in the present

catastrophe. Doubtless some of Tess d'Urberville's mailed ancestors

rollicking home from a fray had dealt the same measure even more

ruthlessly towards peasant girls of their time. But though to visit

the sins of the fathers upon the children may be a morality good

enough for divinities, it is scorned by average human nature; and it

therefore does not mend the matter.




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