Tess of the D'Urbervilles
Their large-veined udders hung ponderous as sandbags, the teats sticking out like the legs of a gipsy's crock; and as each animal lingered for her turn to arrive the milk oozed forth and fell in drops to the ground. (16.26)
She was no longer the milkmaid, but a visionary essence of woman – a whole sex condensed into one typical form. (20.10)
He called her Artemis, Demeter, and other fanciful names half teasingly, which she did not like because she could not understand them.
'Call me Tess,' she would say askance; and he did. (20.10-11)