In which the rural world of Flintcomb-Ash hums to the relentless pulse of the steam threshing-machine, amidst which Tess toils tirelessly beneath the watchful eyes of those around her, the past and present converging in the physical exhaustion of harvest. And it is here, amid the swaying sheaves and clatter of industry, that an unwelcome visitor from her old life reappears, bringing with him a troubled mixture of remembrance, reproach, and unsettling familiarity.