Thomas Hardy

two whites were alike among them.

each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in

mere vessel of emotion untinctured by experience.

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.

"God bless thy diment eyes! And thy waxen cheeks! And thy cherry mouth! And thy Cubit's thighs! And every bit o' thy blessed body!"

personal charms which Tess could boast of were in main part her mother's gift, and therefore unknightly, unhistorical.

round his heart,

dismiss all thought and care of the children during the interval, made her happy.

ideal presentation as lover.

these young souls were passengers in the Durbeyfield ship—entirely dependent on the judgement of the two Durbeyfield adults for their pleasures, their necessities, their health, even their existence.