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‘Do you remember what you said?’

‘I do,’ she replied.

‘Before we get home, mind.’

‘I’ll try.’

He said no more then. As they drove the fragment of an old manor house of Caroline date rose against the sky, and was in due course passed and left behind.

‘That,’ he observed, to entertain her, ‘is an interesting old place—one of the several seats which belonged to an ancient Norman family formerly of great influence in this county, the D’Urbervilles. I never pass one of their residences without thinking of them. There is something very sad in the extinction of a family of renown, even if it was fierce, domineering, feudal renown.’

‘Yes,’ said Tess.

They crept along towards a point in the expanse of shade before them at which a feeble light was beginning to assert its presence, a spot where, by day, a fitful white streak of steam at intervals upon the dark green background denoted intermittent moments of contact between their secluded world and modern life. Modern life stretched out its steam feeler to this point three