Midwinter -- invincible, immaculate. The t and his wife go riding, he on a grey mare and she on a blae, she ed in the glitteris of black foxes; and she wore high, black, shining boots with scarlet heels, and spurs. Fresh snow fell on snow already fallen; when it ceased, the whole world was white. "I wish I had a girl as white as snow," says the t. They ride on. They e to a hole in the snow; this hole is filled with blood. He says: "I wish I had a girl as red as blood." So they ride on again; here is a raven, perched on a bare bough. "I wish I had a girl as black as that birds feathers."
As soon as he pleted her description, there she stood, beside the road, white skin, red mouth, black hair and stark naked; she was the child of his desire and the tess hated her. The t lifted her up and sat her in front of him on his saddle but the tess had only ohought: how shall I be rid of her?
The tess dropped her glove in the snow and told the girl to get down to look for it; she meant to gallop off and leave her there but the t said: "Ill buy you new gloves." At that, the furs sprang off the tesss shoulders and twined round the naked girl. Then the tess threw her diamond brooch through the ice of a frozen pond: "Dive in ach it for me," she said; she thought the girl would drown. But the t said: "Is she a fish to swim in such cold weather?" Then her boots leapt off the tesss feet and on to the girls legs. Now the tess was bare as a bone and the girl furred and booted; the t felt sorry for his wife. They came to a bush of roses, all in flower. "Pick me one," said the tess to the girl. "I t deny you that," said the t.
So the girl picks a rose; pricks her finger ohorn; bleeds; screams; falls.
Weeping, the t got off his horse, unfastened his breeches and thrust his virile member into the dead girl. The tess reined iamping mare and watched him narrowly; he was soon finished.
Then the girl began to melt. Soon there was nothi of her but a feather a bird might have dropped; a blood stain, like the trace of a foxs kill on the snow; and the rose she had pulled off the bush. Now the tess had all her clothes on again. With her long hand, she stroked her furs. The t picked up the rose, bowed and ha to his wife; wheouched it, she dropped it. "It bites!" she said.