Tess of the D'urbervilles
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.
乐和彩登录"Good night, Sir John," said the parson.
乐和彩登录The pedestrian, after another pace or two, halted, and turned round.
乐和彩登录"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.
Phase the First: The Maiden
乐和彩登录Phase the Second: Maiden No More
乐和彩登录Phase the Third: The Rally
Phase the Fourth: The Consequence
乐和彩登录Phase the Fifth: The Woman Pays
Phase the Sixth: The Convert, XLV-LII
乐和彩登录Phase the Seventh: Fulfilment