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[Expand...]
The basket was heavy and the bundle was large, but she lugged them along like a person who did not find her especial[Expand...]
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—she left her[Expand...]
Clare, restless, went out into the dusk when evening drew on, she who had won him having retired to her chamber.
The night was[Expand...]
Her narrative ended; even its re-assertions and secondary explanations were done. Tess’s voice throughout had hardly risen higher than its opening tone; there[Expand...]
Till this moment she had never seen or heard from d’Urberville since her departure from Trantridge.
The rencounter came at a heavy moment, one[Expand...]
It was evening at Emminster Vicarage. The two customary candles were burning under their green shades in the Vicar’s study, but he had not been[Expand...]