A Novel

Tess Of The D'Urbervilles

Thomas Hardy

Tess Of The D'Urbervilles

Thomas Hardy

romance
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Tess Of The D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy

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01 Chapter Chapter 1
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02 Chapter Chapter 2
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03 Chapter Chapter 3
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04 Chapter Chapter 4
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05 Chapter Chapter 5
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06 Chapter Chapter 6
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07 Chapter Chapter 7
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08 Chapter Chapter 8
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09 Chapter Chapter 9
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10 Chapter Chapter 10
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11 Chapter Chapter 11
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12 Chapter Chapter 12
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13 Chapter Chapter 13
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14 Chapter Chapter 14
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15 Chapter Chapter 15
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16 Chapter Chapter 16
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17 Chapter Chapter 17
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18 Chapter Chapter 18
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19 Chapter Chapter 19
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20 Chapter 20 The season developed and matured. Another year's instalment of flowers, leaves, nightingales, thrushes,
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21 Chapter 21 There was a great stir in the milk-house just after breakfast. The churn revolved as usual, but the butter
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22 Chapter 22 They came downstairs yawning next morning; but skimming and milking were proceeded with as usual,
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23 Chapter 23 The hot weather of July had crept upon them unawares, and the atmosphere of the flat vale hung heavy as
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24 Chapter 24 Amid the oozing fatness and warm ferments of the Froom Vale, at a season when the rush of juices could
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25 Chapter 25 Clare, restless, went out into the dusk when evening drew on, she who had won him having retired to her
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26 Chapter 26 It was not till the evening, after family prayers, that Angel found opportunity of broaching to his father
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27 Chapter 27 An up-hill and down-hill ride of twenty-odd miles through a garish mid-day atmosphere brought him in
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28 Chapter 28 Her refusal, though unexpected, did not permanently daunt Clare. His experience of women was great
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29 Chapter 30 In the diminishing daylight they went along the level roadway through the meads, which stretched away
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30 Chapter 32 This penitential mood kept her from naming the wedding-day. The beginning of November found its date
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31 Chapter 35 Her narrative ended; even its re-assertions and secondary explanations were done. Tess's voice
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32 Chapter 36 Clare arose in the light of a dawn that was ashy and furtive, as though associated with crime. The
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33 Chapter 37 Midnight came and passed silently, for there was nothing to announce it in the Valley of the Froom.
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34 Chapter 38 As she drove on through Blackmoor Vale, and the landscape of her youth began to open around her, Tess
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35 Chapter 39 It was three weeks after the marriage that Clare found himself descending the hill which led to the well-
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36 Chapter 40 At breakfast Brazil was the topic, and all endeavoured to take a hopeful view of Clare's proposed
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37 Chapter 41 From the foregoing events of the winter-time let us press on to an October day, more than eight months
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39 Chapter 43 There was no exaggeration in Marian's definition of Flintcomb-Ash farm as a starve-acre place. The
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40 Chapter 44 By the disclosure in the barn her thoughts were led anew in the direction which they had taken more than
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41 Chapter 45 Till this moment she had never seen or heard from d'Urberville since her departure from Trantridge.
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42 Chapter 46 Several days had passed since her futile journey, and Tess was afield. The dry winter wind still blew, but
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43 Chapter 47 It is the threshing of the last wheat-rick at Flintcomb-Ash farm. The dawn of the March morning is
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44 Chapter 48 In the afternoon the farmer made it known that the rick was to be finished that night, since there was a
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45 Chapter 49 The appeal duly found its way to the breakfast-table of the quiet Vicarage to the westward, in that valley
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46 Chapter 50 She plunged into the chilly equinoctial darkness as the clock struck ten, for her fifteen miles' walk under
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47 Chapter 51 At length it was the eve of Old Lady-Day, and the agricultural world was in a fever of mobility such as
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48 Chapter 52 During the small hours of the next morning, while it was still dark, dwellers near the highways were
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49 Chapter 53 It was evening at Emminster Vicarage. The two customary candles were burning under their green shades
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50 Chapter 54 In a quarter of an hour Clare was leaving the house, whence his mother watched his thin figure as it
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51 Chapter 55 At eleven o'clock that night, having secured a bed at one of the hotels and telegraphed his address to his
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52 Chapter 56 Mrs Brooks, the lady who was the householder at The Herons, and owner of all the handsome furniture,
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53 Chapter 57 Meanwhile Angel Clare had walked automatically along the way by which he had come, and, entering his
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54 Chapter 58 The night was strangely solemn and still. In the small hours she whispered to him the whole story of how
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