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For some probably economical reason it was usually a woman who was

chosen for this particular duty, and Groby gave as his motive in

selecting Tess that she was one of those who best combined strength

with quickness in untying, and both with staying power, and this may

have been true. The hum of the thresher, which prevented speech,

increased to a raving whenever the supply of corn fell short of the

regular quantity. As Tess and the man who fed could never turn their

heads she did not know that just before the dinner-hour a person had

come silently into the field by the gate, and had been standing under

a second rick watching the scene and Tess in particular. He was

dressed in a tweed suit of fashionable pattern, and he twirled a gay

walking-cane. "Who is that?" said Izz Huett to Marian. She had at first addressed

the inquiry to Tess, but the latter could not hear it. "Somebody's fancy-man, I s'pose," said Marian laconically. "I'll lay a guinea he's after Tess."

"O no. 'Tis a ranter pa'son who's been sniffing after her lately;

not a dandy like this."

"Well--this is the same man."

"The same man as the preacher? But he's quite different!"

"He hev left off his black coat and white neckercher, and hev cut off

his whiskers; but he's the same man for all that."

"D'ye really think so? Then I'll tell her," said Marian. "Don't. She'll see him soon enough, good-now." "Well, I don't think it at all right for him to join his preaching to

courting a married woman, even though her husband mid be abroad, and

she, in a sense, a widow."

"Oh--he can do her no harm," said Izz drily. "Her mind can no more

be heaved from that one place where it do bide than a stooded waggon

from the hole he's in. Lord love 'ee, neither court-paying, nor

preaching, nor the seven thunders themselves, can wean a woman when

'twould be better for her that she should be weaned."

Dinner-time came, and the whirling ceased; whereupon Tess left her

post, her knees trembling so wretchedly with the shaking of the

machine that she could scarcely walk.

"You ought to het a quart o' drink into 'ee, as I've done," said

Marian. "You wouldn't look so white then. Why, souls above us,

your face is as if you'd been hagrode!"

It occurred to the good-natured Marian that, as Tess was so tired,

her discovery of her visitor's presence might have the bad effect of

taking away her appetite; and Marian was thinking of inducing Tess

to descend by a ladder on the further side of the stack when the

gentleman came forward and looked up.