Name: 黛丝与德比卫 (Part 3 - Tess of the d'Urbervilles Audiobook by Thomas Hardy (Chs 15-23))
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"By experience," says Roger Ascham, "we find out a short way by a long wandering."

Not seldom that long wandering unfits us for further travel, and of what use is our

Tess Durbeyfield's experience was of this incapacitating kind.

At last she had learned what to do; but who would now accept her doing?

If before going to the d'Urbervilles' she had vigorously moved under the guidance of

sundry gnomic texts and phrases known to her and to the world in general, no doubt

But it had not been in Tess's power--nor is it in anybody's power--to feel the whole

truth of golden opinions while it is possible to profit by them.

She--and how many more--might have ironically said to God with Saint

Augustine: "Thou hast counselled a better course than Thou hast permitted."

She remained at her father's house during the winter months, plucking fowls, or

cramming turkeys and geese, or making clothes for her sisters and brothers out of

some finery which d'Urberville had given her, and she had put by with contempt.

But she would often clasp her hands behind her head and muse when she was supposed to

She philosophically noted dates as they came past in the revolution of the year;

the disastrous night of her undoing at Trantridge with its dark background of The

Chase; also the dates of the baby's birth

and death; also her own birthday; and every other day individualized by incidents in

She suddenly thought one afternoon, when looking in the glass at her fairness, that

there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her

own death, when all these charms would have

disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year,

giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely

When was it? Why did she not feel the chill of each

yearly encounter with such a cold relation?

She had Jeremy Taylor's thought that some time in the future those who had known her

would say: "It is the ----th, the day that poor Tess Durbeyfield died"; and there

would be nothing singular to their minds in the statement.

Of that day, doomed to be her terminus in time through all the ages, she did not know

the place in month, week, season or year.

Almost at a leap Tess thus changed from simple girl to complex woman.

Symbols of reflectiveness passed into her face, and a note of tragedy at times into

She became what would have been called a fine creature; her aspect was fair and

arresting; her soul that of a woman whom the turbulent experiences of the last year

But for the world's opinion those experiences would have been simply a

She had held so aloof of late that her trouble, never generally known, was nearly

But it became evident to her that she could never be really comfortable again in a

place which had seen the collapse of her family's attempt to "claim kin"--and,

through her, even closer union--with the rich d'Urbervilles.

At least she could not be comfortable there till long years should have obliterated her

Yet even now Tess felt the pulse of hopeful life still warm within her; she might be

happy in some nook which had no memories.

To escape the past and all that appertained thereto was to annihilate it, and to do

that she would have to get away. Was once lost always lost really true of

She might prove it false if she could veil bygones.

The recuperative power which pervaded organic nature was surely not denied to

She waited a long time without finding opportunity for a new departure.

A particularly fine spring came round, and the stir of germination was almost audible

in the buds; it moved her, as it moved the wild animals, and made her passionate to

At last, one day in early May, a letter reached her from a former friend of her

mother's, to whom she had addressed inquiries long before--a person whom she

had never seen--that a skilful milkmaid was

required at a dairy-house many miles to the southward, and that the dairyman would be

It was not quite so far off as could have been wished; but it was probably far

enough, her radius of movement and repute having been so small.

To persons of limited spheres, miles are as geographical degrees, parishes as counties,

On one point she was resolved: there should be no more d'Urberville air-castles in the

dreams and deeds of her new life. She would be the dairymaid Tess, and

Her mother knew Tess's feeling on this point so well, though no words had passed

between them on the subject, that she never alluded to the knightly ancestry now.

Yet such is human inconsistency that one of the interests of the new place to her was

the accidental virtues of its lying near her forefathers' country (for they were not

Blakemore men, though her mother was Blakemore to the bone).

The dairy called Talbothays, for which she was bound, stood not remotely from some of

the former estates of the d'Urbervilles, near the great family vaults of her

She would be able to look at them, and think not only that d'Urberville, like

Babylon, had fallen, but that the individual innocence of a humble descendant

All the while she wondered if any strange good thing might come of her being in her

ancestral land; and some spirit within her rose automatically as the sap in the

It was unexpected youth, surging up anew after its temporary check, and bringing

with it hope, and the invincible instinct towards self-delight.

On a thyme-scented, bird-hatching morning in May, between two and three years after

the return from Trantridge--silent, reconstructive years for Tess Durbeyfield--

Having packed up her luggage so that it could be sent to her later, she started in

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