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Phases of her childhood lurked in her aspect still. As she walked

along to-day, for all her bouncing handsome womanliness, you could

sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkling

from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her

mouth now and then. Yet few knew, and still fewer considered this. A small minority,

mainly strangers, would look long at her in casually passing by, and

grow momentarily fascinated by her freshness, and wonder if they

would ever see her again: but to almost everybody she was a fine and

picturesque country girl, and no more.

Nothing was seen or heard further of Durbeyfield in his triumphal

chariot under the conduct of the ostleress, and the club having

entered the allotted space, dancing began. As there were no men in

the company, the girls danced at first with each other, but when the

hour for the close of labour drew on, the masculine inhabitants of

the village, together with other idlers and pedestrians, gathered

round the spot, and appeared inclined to negotiate for a partner.

Among these on-lookers were three young men of a superior class,

carrying small knapsacks strapped to their shoulders, and stout

sticks in their hands. Their general likeness to each other, and

their consecutive ages, would almost have suggested that they might

be, what in fact they were, brothers. The eldest wore the white tie,

high waistcoat, and thin-brimmed hat of the regulation curate; the

second was the normal undergraduate; the appearance of the third and

youngest would hardly have been sufficient to characterize him; there

was an uncribbed, uncabined aspect in his eyes and attire, implying

that he had hardly as yet found the entrance to his professional

groove. That he was a desultory tentative student of something and

everything might only have been predicted of him.

These three brethren told casual acquaintance that they were spending

their Whitsun holidays in a walking tour through the Vale of

Blackmoor, their course being south-westerly from the town of Shaston

on the north-east. They leant over the gate by the highway, and inquired as to the

meaning of the dance and the white-frocked maids. The two elder of

the brothers were plainly not intending to linger more than a moment,

but the spectacle of a bevy of girls dancing without male partners

seemed to amuse the third, and make him in no hurry to move on. He

unstrapped his knapsack, put it, with his stick, on the hedge-bank,

and opened the gate.

"What are you going to do, Angel?" asked the eldest.

"I am inclined to go and have a fling with them. Why not all of

us--just for a minute or two--it will not detain us long?"