Hylas and the Nymphs

Ever since the accident with her father's horse Tess Durbeyfield, courageous as she naturally was, had been exceedingly timid on wheels; the least irregularity of motion startled her. She began to get uneasy at a certain recklessness in her conductor's driving. ¡¡¡¡`You will go down slow, sir, I suppose?' she said with attempted unconcern. ¡¡¡¡D'Urberville looked round upon her, nipped his cigar with the tips of his large white centre-teeth, and allowed his lips to smile slowly of themselves. ¡¡¡¡`Why, Tess,' he answered, after another whiff or two, `it isn't a brave bouncing girl like you who asks that? Why, I always go down at full gallop. There's nothing like it for raising your spirits.' ¡¡¡¡`But perhaps you need not now?' Ah,' he said, shaking his head, `there are two to be reckoned with. It is not me alone. Tib has to be considered, and she has a very queer temper.' ¡¡¡¡`Who?' ¡¡¡¡`Why, this mare. I fancy she looked round at me in a very grim way `just then. Didn't you notice it?' ¡¡¡¡`Don't try to frighten me, sir,' said Tess stiffly.