A New Life 8And so it was that on a beautiful morning in May，two to three years after her return from Trantridge，Tess Durbeyfield left home for the second time．She was going in the opposite direction this time．When she reached the first hill，she looked back at Marlott and her father's house with sadness in her heart．She travelled partly by carriage and partly on foot，carrying her basket．Not far to her left she could see the trees which surrounded Kingsbere，with its church where her ancestors lay in their tombs．She could no longer admire or respect them． She almost hated them for ruining her life．Nothing of theirs was left except the old seal and spoon．‘Huh！I have as much of mother as father in me！’she said．‘All my prettiness comes from her，and she was only a dairymaid．’Her walk took two hours，until she reached the hill overlooking the Valley of the Great Dairies．This valley was watered by the river Froom，and produced huge amounts of milk and butter，more even than Tess's Vale of Blackmoor，which was known as the Vale of Little Dairies．As she stood and looked，she realized the valleys were quite different．Here the fields and farms were much larger．
