目录《德伯家的苔丝》第一章 《德伯家的苔丝》第二章 《德伯家的苔丝》第三章 《德伯家的苔丝》第四章 《德伯家的苔丝》第五章 《德伯家的苔丝》第六章 《德伯家的苔丝》第七章 《德伯家的苔丝》第八章 《德伯家的苔...
日期：2016-09-09
The city of Wintoncester, that fine old city, aforetime capital of Wessex, lay amidst its convex and concave downlands in all the brightness and warmth of a July morning. The gabled brick, tile, and f...
日期：2016-09-09
The night was strangely solemn and still. In the small hours she whispered to him the whole story of how he had walked in his sleep with her in his arms across the Froom stream, at the imminent risk o...
日期：2016-09-09
Meanwhile Angel Clare had walked automatically along the way by which he had come, and, entering his hotel, sat down over the breakfast, staring at nothingness. He went on eating and drinking unconsci...
日期：2016-09-09
Mrs Brooks, the lady who was the householder at The Herons, and owner of all the handsome furniture, was not a person of an unusually curious turn of mind. She was too deeply materialized, poor woman,...
日期：2016-09-09
At eleven oclock that night, having secured a bed at one of the hotels and telegraphed his address to his father immediately on his arrival, he walked out into the streets of Sandbourne. It was too la...
日期：2016-09-09
In a quarter of an hour Clare was leaving the house, whence his mother watched his thin figure as it disappeared into the street. He had declined to borrow his fathers old mare, well knowing of its ne...
日期：2016-09-09
It was evening at Emminster Vicarage. The two customary candles were burning under their green shades in the Vicars study, but he had not been sitting there. Occasionally he came in, stirred the small...
日期：2016-09-09
During the small hours of the next morning, while it was still dark, dwellers near the highways were conscious of a disturbance of their nights rest by rumbling noises, intermittently continuing till ...
日期：2016-09-09
At length it was the eve of Old Lady-Day, and the agricultural world was in a fever of mobility such as only occurs at that particular date of the year. It is a day of fulfilment; agreements for outdo...
日期：2016-09-09
She plunged into the chilly equinoctial darkness as the clock struck ten, for her fifteen miles walk under the steely stars. In lonely districts night is a protection rather than a danger to a noisele...
日期：2016-09-09
The appeal duly found its way to the breakfast-table of the quiet Vicarage to the westward, in that valley where the air is so soft and the soil so rich that the effort of growth requires but superfic...
日期：2016-09-09
In the afternoon the farmer made it known that the rick was to be finished that night, since there was a moon by which they could see to work, and the man with the engine was engaged for another farm ...
日期：2016-09-09
It is the threshing of the last wheat-rick at Flintcomb-Ash Farm. The dawn of the March morning is singularly inexpressive, and there is nothing to show where the eastern horizon lies. Against the twi...
日期：2016-09-09
Several days had passed since her futile journey, and Tess was afield. The dry winter wind still blew, but a screen of thatched hurdles erected in the eye of the blast kept its force away from her. On...
日期：2016-09-09
