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Book #1. 10]. This edition 1. June 1. 7, 2. 00. Language: English. Character set encoding: ISO- 6. US (US- ASCII). ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TESS OF THE D'URBERVILLES***. E- text transcribed by Steve Menyhert, proof- read by Meredith Ricker and. John Hamm, and revised by Joseph E. Loewenstein, M. D. TESS OF THE D'URBERVILLES. Faithfully presented by. Phase the First: The Maiden, I- XI. Phase the Second: Maiden No More, XII- XV. Phase the Third: The Rally, XVI- XXIV. Phase the Fourth: The Consequence, XXV- XXXIV. Phase the Fifth: The Woman Pays, XXXV- XLIV. Phase the Sixth: The Convert, XLV- LII. Phase the Seventh: Fulfilment, LIII- LIX. Phase the First: The Maiden. On an evening in the latter part of May a middle- aged man was walking. Shaston to the village of Marlott, in the adjoining. Vale of Blakemore, or Blackmoor. The pair of legs that carried him. He occasionally gave a. An empty egg- basket was slung. Presently he was met by an elderly parson astride on a gray mare. Good night t'ee," said the man with the basket. Good night, Sir John," said the parson. The pedestrian, after another pace or two, halted, and turned round. Now, sir, begging your pardon; we met last market- day on this road. I said 'Good night,' and you made reply '_Good. Sir John_,' as now.". I did," said the parson. And once before that- -near a month ago.". Then what might your meaning be in calling me 'Sir John' these. I be plain Jack Durbeyfield, the haggler?". The parson rode a step or two nearer. It was only my whim," he said; and, after a moment's hesitation: "It. I made some little time ago, whilst I. I am Parson. Tringham, the antiquary, of Stagfoot Lane. Don't you really know. Durbeyfield, that you are the lineal representative of the ancient. Urbervilles, who derive their descent. Sir Pagan d'Urberville, that renowned knight who came from. Normandy with William the Conqueror, as appears by Battle Abbey. Never heard it before, sir!". Well it's true. Throw up your chin a moment, so that I may catch. Yes, that's the d'Urberville nose. Your ancestor was one of the twelve. Lord of Estremavilla in Normandy in his. Glamorganshire. Branches of your family held manors over. England; their names appear in the Pipe Rolls in the. King Stephen. In the reign of King John one of them was rich. Knights Hospitallers; and in Edward the. Second's time your forefather Brian was summoned to Westminster to. Council there. You declined a little in Oliver. Cromwell's time, but to no serious extent, and in Charles the. Second's reign you were made Knights of the Royal Oak for your. Aye, there have been generations of Sir Johns among. Sir John now.". "Ye don't say so!". In short," concluded the parson, decisively smacking his leg with. England.". "Daze my eyes, and isn't there?" said Durbeyfield. And here have I. been knocking about, year after year, from pillar to post, as if I. And how long. hev this news about me been knowed, Pa'son Tringham?". The clergyman explained that, as far as he was aware, it had quite. His own investigations had begun on a day in the preceding spring. Urberville family, he had observed Durbeyfield's name on his. At first I resolved not to disturb you with such a useless piece of. However, our impulses are too strong for our. I thought you might perhaps know something of. Well, I have heard once or twice, 'tis true, that my family had seen. Blackmoor. But I took no notice o't. I've got a wold silver spoon, and a wold graven seal. Lord, what's a spoon and seal? And to think. that I and these noble d'Urbervilles were one flesh all the time. Twas said that my gr't- granfer had secrets, and didn't care to talk. And where do we raise our smoke, now. I may make so bold; I mean, where do we d'Urbervilles. You don't live anywhere. You are extinct- -as a county family.". Yes- -what the mendacious family chronicles call extinct in the male. Then where do we lie?". At Kingsbere- sub- Greenhill: rows and rows of you in your vaults. Purbeck- marble canopies.". And where be our family mansions and estates?". You haven't any.". Oh? No lands neither?". None; though you once had 'em in abundance, as I said, for you. In this county there was a. Kingsbere, and another at Sherton, and another in. Millpond, and another at Lullstead, and another at Wellbridge.". And shall we ever come into our own again?". Ah- -that I can't tell!". And what had I better do about it, sir?" asked Durbeyfield, after a. Oh- -nothing, nothing; except chasten yourself with the thought of. It is a fact of some interest to the. There are several. But you'll turn back and have a quart of beer wi' me on the strength. Pa'son Tringham? There's a very pretty brew in tap at The Pure. Drop- -though, to be sure, not so good as at Rolliver's.". No, thank you- -not this evening, Durbeyfield. You've had enough. Concluding thus, the parson rode on his way, with doubts. When he was gone, Durbeyfield walked a few steps in a profound. In a few minutes a youth appeared. Durbeyfield. The latter, on seeing him, held up his hand. Boy, take up that basket! I want 'ee to go on an errand for me.". The lath- like stripling frowned. Who be you, then, John. Durbeyfield, to order me about and call me 'boy'? You know my. name as well as I know yours!". Do you, do you? That's the secret- -that's the secret! Now obey my. orders, and take the message I'm going to charge 'ee wi'.. Well. Fred, I don't mind telling you that the secret is that I'm one of a. P. M." And as he made the announcement, Durbeyfield, declining from. The lad stood before Durbeyfield, and contemplated his length from. Sir John d'Urberville- -that's who I am," continued the prostrate. That is if knights were baronets- -which they be. Tis. recorded in history all about me. Dost know of such a place, lad. Kingsbere- sub- Greenhill?". Ees. I've been there to Greenhill Fair.". Well, under the church of that city there lie- -". Tisn't a city, the place I mean; leastwise 'twaddn' when I was. Never you mind the place, boy, that's not the question before us. Under the church of that there parish lie my ancestors- -hundreds of. There's not a man in the county o' South- Wessex that's. I.". "Now take up that basket, and goo on to Marlott, and when you've come. The Pure Drop Inn, tell 'em to send a horse and carriage to me. And in the bottom o' the carriage. And when you've done that goo on to my house with. I come hwome, as I've news to tell. As the lad stood in a dubious attitude, Durbeyfield put his hand in. Here's for your labour, lad.". This made a difference in the young man's estimate of the position. Yes, Sir John. Thank 'ee. Anything else I can do for 'ee, Sir. Tell 'em at hwome that I should like for supper,- -well, lamb's fry. Yes, Sir John.". The boy took up the basket, and as he set out the notes of a brass. What's that?" said Durbeyfield. Not on account o' I?". Tis the women's club- walking, Sir John. Why, your da'ter is one o'. 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. I'll drive round and inspect the club.". The lad departed, and Durbeyfield lay waiting on the grass and. Not a soul passed that way for a long. The village of Marlott lay amid the north- eastern undulations of the. Vale of Blakemore, or Blackmoor, aforesaid, an engirdled. London. It is a vale whose acquaintance is best made by viewing it from the. An unguided ramble into its recesses in bad. This fertile and sheltered tract of country, in which the fields are. Hambledon Hill. Bulbarrow, Nettlecombe- Tout, Dogbury, High Stoy, and Bubb Down. The. traveller from the coast, who, after plodding northward for a score. Behind him the. hills are open, the sun blazes down upon fields so large as to give. Here, in the. valley, the world seems to be constructed upon a smaller and more. The atmosphere beneath. Arable lands are few and limited. Such is. the Vale of Blackmoor. The district is of historic, no less than of topographical interest. The Vale was known in former times as the Forest of White Hart, from. King Henry III's reign, in which the killing by. Thomas de la Lynd of a beautiful white hart which the king. In those days, and till comparatively recent times, the country was. Even now, traces of its earlier condition are to be. The forests have departed, but some old customs of their shades. Many, however, linger only in a metamorphosed or disguised. The May- Day dance, for instance, was to be discerned on. It was an interesting event to the younger inhabitants of Marlott. Its singularity lay less in the retention of a custom of. In men's clubs such celebrations were. The club of Marlott alone lived to. Cerealia. It had walked for hundreds of years, if. The banded ones were all dressed in white gowns- -a gay survival from. Old Style days, when cheerfulness and May- time were synonyms- -days. Their first exhibition of themselves was in a. Ideal and real. clashed slightly as the sun lit up their figures against the green. Some. approached pure blanching; some had a bluish pallor; some worn by the. Georgian style. In addition to the distinction of a white frock, every woman and girl. The peeling of the former, and the selection. There were a few middle- aged and even elderly women in the train. In a true view, perhaps, there was more. I have no pleasure. But let the elder be passed. The young girls formed, indeed, the majority of the band, and their. Some had beautiful eyes, others a beautiful. A. difficulty of arranging their lips in this crude exposure to public. And as each and all of them were warmed without by the sun, so each. They were all cheerful, and many of them merry. 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