Juliet Grindle and Simon Gatrell (eds), Thomas Hardy: Tess of the d'Urbervilles
Critical Apparatus3Amid the oozing fatness and warm ferments of the Var Vale, at a season Critical Apparatus4when the rush of juices could almost be heard below the hiss of Critical Apparatus5fertilization, it was impossible that the most fanciful love should not Critical Apparatus6grow passionate. The ready bosoms existing there were impregnated by Critical Apparatus7their surroundings.
8July passed over their heads, and the Thermidorean weather which Critical Apparatus9came in its wake seemed an effort on the part of Nature to match the Critical Apparatus10state of hearts at Talbothays Dairy. The air of the place, so fresh in the Critical Apparatus11spring, and early summer, was stagnant and enervating now. Its heavy Critical Apparatus12scents weighed upon them, and at mid-day the landscape seemed lying Critical Apparatus13in a swoon. Ethiopic scorchings browned the upper slopes of the 14pastures, but there was still bright green herbage here where the Critical Apparatus15watercourses purled. And as Clare was oppressed by the outward heats 16so was he burdened inwardly by a waxing fervour of passion for the soft 17and silent Tess.
Critical Apparatus18The rains having passed the uplands were dry. The wheels of the Critical Apparatus19dairyman's spring-cart, as he sped home from market, licked up the Critical Apparatus20pulverised surface of the highway, and were followed by white ribands 21of dust, as if they had set a thin powder-train on fire. The cows jumped 22wildly over the five-barred barton-gate, maddened by the gad-fly; pg a211Critical Apparatus1Dairyman Crick kept his shirt-sleeves permanently rolled up from Critical Apparatus2Monday to Saturday: open windows had no effect in ventilation 3without open doors, and in the dairy-garden the blackbirds and Critical Apparatus4thrushes crept about under the currant-bushes rather in the manner of Critical Apparatus5quadrupeds than of winged creatures. The flies in the kitchen were lazy, Critical Apparatus6teasing, and familiar, crawling about in unwonted places, on the floor, 7into drawers, and over the backs of the milkmaids' hands. Convers-Critical Apparatus8ations were concerning sunstroke; while butter-making, and still more 9butter-keeping, was a despair.
Critical Apparatus10They milked entirely in the meads for coolness and convenience, Critical Apparatus11without driving in the cows. During the day the animals obsequiously Critical Apparatus12followed the shadow of the smallest tree as it moved round the stem with Critical Apparatus13the diurnal roll; and when the milkers came they could hardly stand still 14for the flies.
15On one of these afternoons four or five unmilked cows chanced to Critical Apparatus16stand apart from the general herd, behind the corner of a hedge, among 17them being Dumpling and Old Pretty, who loved Tess's hands above Critical Apparatus18those of any other maid. When she rose from her stool under a finished Critical Apparatus19cow Angel Clare, who had been observing her for some time, asked her Critical Apparatus20if she would take the aforesaid creatures next. She silently assented, and Critical Apparatus21with her stool at arm's length, and the pail against her knee, went round 22to where they stood. Soon the sound of Old Pretty's milk fizzing into the Critical Apparatus23pail came through the hedge, and then Angel felt inclined to go round 24the corner also, to finish off a hard-yielding milcher who had strayed Critical Apparatus25there, he being now as capable of this as the dairyman himself.
26All the men, and some of the women, when milking, dug their 27foreheads into the cows and gazed into the pail. But a few—mainly the pg a2121younger ones—rested their heads sideways. This was Tess Durbeyfield's 2habit, her temple pressing the milcher's flank, her eyes fixed on the far Critical Apparatus3end of the meadow with the quiet of one lost in meditation. She was 4milking Old Pretty thus, and the sun chancing to be on the milking-side Critical Apparatus5it shone flat upon her pink-gowned form, and her white curtain-bonnet, Critical Apparatus6and upon her profile, rendering it keen as a cameo cut from the dun 7background of the cow.
Critical Apparatus8She did not know that Clare had followed her round, and that he sat Critical Apparatus9under his cow watching her. The stillness of her head and features was Critical Apparatus10remarkable; she might have been in a trance, her eyes open, yet 11unseeing. Nothing in the picture moved but Old Pretty's tail and Tess's Critical Apparatus12pink hands, the latter so gently as to be a rhythmic pulsation only, as if Critical Apparatus13they were obeying a reflex stimulus, like a beating heart.
Critical Apparatus14How very lovable her face was to him. Yet there was nothing ethereal Critical Apparatus15about it: all was real vitality, real warmth, real incarnation. And it was Critical Apparatus16in her mouth that this culminated. Eyes almost as deep and speaking he Critical Apparatus17had seen before, and cheeks perhaps as fair; brows as arched, a chin and Critical Apparatus18throat almost as shapely; her mouth he had seen nothing to equal on the Critical Apparatus19face of the earth. To a young man with the least fire in him that little 20upward lift in the middle of her red top lip was distracting, infatuating, Critical Apparatus21maddening. He had never before seen a woman's lips and teeth Critical Apparatus22which forced upon his mind, with such persistent iteration, the old pg a213Critical Apparatus1Elizabethan simile of roses filled with snow. Perfect, he, as a lover, Critical Apparatus2might have called them off-hand. But no: they were not perfect. And it Critical Apparatus3was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the Critical Apparatus4sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.
Critical Apparatus5Clare had studied the curves of those lips so many times that he could Critical Apparatus6reproduce them mentally with ease; and now, as they again confronted Critical Apparatus7him, clothed with colour and life, they sent an aura over his flesh, a Critical Apparatus8breeze through his nerves, which well-nigh produced a qualm; and Critical Apparatus9actually produced by some mysterious physiological process, a prosaic 10sneeze.
Critical Apparatus11She then became conscious that he was observing her; but she would 12not show it by any change of position, though the curious dream-like Critical Apparatus13fixity disappeared, and a close eye might easily have discerned that the Critical Apparatus14rosiness of her face deepened, and then faded till only a tinge of it was Critical Apparatus15left.
Critical Apparatus16The influence that had passed into Clare like an excitation from the Critical Apparatus17sky, did not die down. Resolutions, reticences, prudences, fears, fell 18back like a defeated battalion. He jumped up from his seat, and, leaving Critical Apparatus19his pail to be kicked over if the milcher had such a mind, went quickly Critical Apparatus20towards the desire of his eyes, and kneeling down beside her, clasped her 21in his arms.
22Tess was taken completely by surprise, and she yielded to his embrace Critical Apparatus23with unreflecting inevitableness. Having seen that it was really her pg a214Critical Apparatus1lover who had advanced, and no one else, her lips parted and she sank 2upon him in her momentary joy, with something very like an ecstatic 3cry.
Critical Apparatus4He had been on the point of kissing that too tempting mouth, but he Critical Apparatus5checked himself, for tender conscience' sake. "Forgive me, Tess dear," Critical Apparatus6he whispered. "I ought to have asked. I—did not know what I was Critical Apparatus7doing. I do not mean it as a liberty. I am devoted to you, Tessy, dearest, Critical Apparatus8in all sincerity!"
9Old Pretty by this time had looked round, puzzled; and seeing two Critical Apparatus10people crouching under her where, by immemorial custom, there 11should have been only one, lifted her hind leg crossly.
12"She is angry—she doesn't know what we mean—she'll kick over the Critical Apparatus13milk!" exclaimed Tess, gently striving to free herself, her eyes concerned Critical Apparatus14with the quadruped's actions, her heart more deeply concerned with Critical Apparatus15herself and Clare.
18"Why do you cry, my darling?" he said.
Critical Apparatus19"O—I don't know!" she murmured.
Critical Apparatus22"Well—I have betrayed my feelings, Tess, at last," said he with a Critical Apparatus23curious sigh of desperation, signifying unconsciously that his heart had pg a215Critical Apparatus1outrun his judgment. "That I—love you dearly and truly I need not Critical Apparatus2say. But I—it shall go no further now—it distresses you—I am as 3surprised as you are. You will not think I have presumed upon your 4defencelessness—been too quick and unreflecting, will you?"
Critical Apparatus5"N'—I can't tell."
Critical Apparatus6He had allowed her to free herself; and in a minute or two the milking Critical Apparatus7of each was resumed. Nobody had beheld the gravitation of the two into Critical Apparatus8one; and when the dairyman came round by that screened nook, a few Critical Apparatus9minutes later, there was not a sign to reveal that the markedly sundered Critical Apparatus10pair were more to each other than mere acquaintance. Yet in the Critical Apparatus11interval since Crick's last view of them something had occurred which Critical Apparatus12changed the pivot of the universe for their two natures: something 13which, had he known its quality, the dairyman would have despised, as 14a practical man; yet which was based upon a more stubborn and Critical Apparatus15resistless tendency than a whole heap of so-called practicalities. A veil Critical Apparatus16had been whisked aside; the tract of each one's outlook was to have a 17new horizon thenceforward—for a short time or for a long.
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