1 The wind blew through Tess's white muslin to her very skin, and her washed hair flew out behind.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 1 The Maiden: VIII 2 The stage of mental comfort to which they had arrived at this hour was one wherein their souls expanded beyond their skins, and spread their personalities warmly through the room.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 1 The Maiden: IV 3 She hardly observed that a tear descended slowly upon his cheek, a tear so large that it magnified the pores of the skin over which it rolled, like the object lens of a microscope.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 5 The Woman Pays: XXXV 4 Imagination might have beheld a Last Day luridness in this red-coaled glow, which fell on his face and hand, and on hers, peering into the loose hair about her brow, and firing the delicate skin underneath.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 4 The Consequence: XXXIV 5 Every leaf of the vegetable having already been consumed, the whole field was in colour a desolate drab; it was a complexion without features, as if a face, from chin to brow, should be only an expanse of skin.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 5 The Woman Pays: XLIII 6 The wife of Angel Clare put her hand to her brow, and felt its curve, and the edges of her eye-sockets perceptible under the soft skin, and thought as she did so that a time would come when that bone would be bare.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 5 The Woman Pays: XLI 7 She turned her head in the same passive way, as one might turn at the request of a sketcher or hairdresser, and he kissed the other side, his lips touching cheeks that were damp and smoothly chill as the skin of the mushrooms in the fields around.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 2 Maiden No More: XII 8 A year had now elapsed since her sad marriage, but she had preserved sufficient draperies from the wreck of her then full wardrobe to clothe her very charmingly as a simple country girl with no pretensions to recent fashion; a soft gray woollen gown, with white crape quilling against the pink skin of her face and neck, and a black velvet jacket and hat.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 5 The Woman Pays: XLIV 9 She went stealthily as a cat through this profusion of growth, gathering cuckoo-spittle on her skirts, cracking snails that were underfoot, staining her hands with thistle-milk and slug-slime, and rubbing off upon her naked arms sticky blights which, though snow-white on the apple-tree trunks, made madder stains on her skin; thus she drew quite near to Clare, still unobserved of him.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 3 The Rally: XIX