Tess of the d’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy (readict TXT) 📕

Tess of the d’Urbervilles

By Thomas Hardy.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Explanatory Note to the First Edition Epigraph Tess of the d’Urbervilles Phase the First: The Maiden I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI Phase the Second: Maiden No More XII XIII XIV XV Phase the Third: The Rally XVI XVII XVIII XIX XX XXI XXII XXIII XXIV Phase the Fourth: The Consequence XXV XXVI XXVII XXVIII XXIX XXX XXXI XXXII XXXIII XXXIV Phase the Fifth: The Woman Pays XXXV XXXVI XXXVII XXXVIII XXXIX XL XLI XLII XLIII XLIV Phase the Sixth: The Convert XLV XLVI XLVII XLVIII XLIX L LI LII Phase the Seventh: Fulfilment LIII LIV LV LVI LVII LVIII LIX Colophon Uncopyright Imprint

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Explanatory Note to the First Edition

The main portion of the following story appeared⁠—with slight modifications⁠—in The Graphic newspaper; other chapters, more especially addressed to adult readers, in the Fortnightly Review and the National Observer, as episodic sketches. My thanks are tendered to the editors and proprietors of those periodicals for enabling me now to piece the trunk and limbs of the novel together, and print it complete, as originally written two years ago.

I will just add that the story is sent out in all sincerity of purpose, as an attempt to give artistic form to a true sequence of things; and in respect of the book’s opinions and sentiments, I would ask any too genteel reader, who cannot endure to have said what everybody nowadays thinks and feels, to remember a well-worn sentence of St. Jerome’s: If an offence come out of the truth, better is it that the offence come than that the truth be concealed.

T. H.
November 1891.

Poor wounded name!
My bosom as a bed
Shall lodge thee.

Shakespeare Tess of the d’Urbervilles A Pure Woman Faithfully Presented Phase the First The Maiden I

On an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was walking homeward from Shaston to the village of Marlott, in the adjoining Vale of Blakemore, or Blackmoor. The pair of legs that carried him were rickety, and there was a bias in his gait which inclined him somewhat to the left of a straight line. He occasionally gave a smart nod, as if in confirmation of some opinion, though he was not thinking of anything in particular. An empty egg-basket was slung upon his arm, the nap of his hat was ruffled, a patch being quite worn away at its brim where his thumb came in taking it off. Presently he was met by an elderly parson astride on a gray mare, who, as he rode, hummed a wandering tune.

“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 about this time, and I said ‘Good night,’ and you made reply ‘Good night, Sir John,’ as now.”

“I did,” said the parson.

“And once before that⁠—near a month ago.”

“I may have.”

“Then what might your meaning be in calling me ‘Sir John’ these different times, when 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 was on account of a discovery I made some little time ago, whilst I was hunting up pedigrees for the new county history. I am Parson Tringham, the antiquary, of Stagfoot Lane. Don’t you really know, Durbeyfield, that you are the lineal representative of the ancient and knightly family of the d’Urbervilles, who derive their descent from Sir Pagan d’Urberville, that renowned knight who came from Normandy with William the Conqueror, as appears by Battle Abbey Roll?”

“Never heard it before, sir!”

“Well it’s true. Throw up your chin a moment, so that I may catch the profile of your face better. Yes, that’s the d’Urberville nose and chin⁠—a little debased. Your ancestor was one of the twelve knights who assisted the Lord of Estremavilla in Normandy in his conquest of Glamorganshire. Branches of your family held manors over all this part of England; their names appear in the Pipe Rolls in the time of King Stephen. In the reign of King John one of them was rich enough to give a manor to the Knights Hospitallers; and in Edward the Second’s time your forefather Brian was summoned to Westminster to attend the great 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