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She no longer minded the loneliness

of the way and the lateness of the hour; her one object was to get

away from the whole crew as soon as possible. She knew well enough

that the better among them would repent of their passion next day.

They were all now inside the field, and she was edging back to rush

off alone when a horseman emerged almost silently from the corner of

the hedge that screened the road, and Alec d'Urberville looked round

upon them. "What the devil is all this row about, work-folk?" he asked.

The explanation was not readily forthcoming; and, in truth, he did

not require any. Having heard their voices while yet some way off he

had ridden creepingly forward, and learnt enough to satisfy himself. T

ess was standing apart from the rest, near the gate. He bent over

towards her. "Jump up behind me," he whispered, "and we'll get shot

of the screaming cats in a jiffy!"

She felt almost ready to faint, so vivid was her sense of the crisis.

At almost any other moment of her life she would have refused such

proffered aid and company, as she had refused them several times

before; and now the loneliness would not of itself have forced her

to do otherwise. But coming as the invitation did at the particular

juncture when fear and indignation at these adversaries could be

transformed by a spring of the foot into a triumph over them, she

abandoned herself to her impulse, climbed the gate, put her toe upon

his instep, and scrambled into the saddle behind him. The pair were

speeding away into the distant gray by the time that the contentious

revellers became aware of what had happened.

The Queen of Spades forgot the stain on her bodice, and stood

beside the Queen of Diamonds and the new-married, staggering young

woman--all with a gaze of fixity in the direction in which the

horse's tramp was diminishing into silence on the road.

"What be ye looking at?" asked a man who had not observed the

incident. "Ho-ho-ho!" laughed dark Car. "

Hee-hee-hee!" laughed the tippling bride, as she steadied herself on

the arm of her fond husband.

"Heu-heu-heu!" laughed dark Car's mother, stroking her moustache as

she explained laconically: "Out of the frying-pan into the fire!"

Then these children of the open air, whom even excess of alcohol

could scarce injure permanently, betook themselves to the field-path;

and as they went there moved onward with them, around the shadow of

each one's head, a circle of opalized light, formed by the moon's

rays upon the glistening sheet of dew. Each pedestrian could see

no halo but his or her own, which never deserted the head-shadow,

whatever its vulgar unsteadiness might be; but adhered to it, and

persistently beautified it; till the erratic motions seemed an

inherent part of the irradiation, and the fumes of their breathing

a component of the night's mist; and the spirit of the scene, and

of the moonlight, and of Nature, seemed harmoniously to mingle with

the spirit of wine. XI The twain cantered along for some time without speech, Tess as she

clung to him still panting in her triumph, yet in other respects

dubious. She had perceived that the horse was not the spirited one

he sometimes rose, and felt no alarm on that score, though her seat

was precarious enough despite her tight hold of him. She begged him

to slow the animal to a walk, which Alec accordingly did.