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“
It
is
a
lady
again
,
”
interrupted
she
,
holding
out
the
bud
she
had
peeled
.
“
What
?
”
“
I
meant
that
there
are
always
more
ladies
than
lords
when
you
come
to
peel
them
.
”
“
Never
mind
about
the
lords
and
ladies
.
Would
you
like
to
take
up
any
course
of
study
—
history
,
for
example
?
”
“
Sometimes
I
feel
I
don
’
t
want
to
know
anything
more
about
it
than
I
know
already
.
”
“
Why
not
?
”
“
Because
what
’
s
the
use
of
learning
that
I
am
one
of
a
long
row
only
—
finding
out
that
there
is
set
down
in
some
old
book
somebody
just
like
me
,
and
to
know
that
I
shall
only
act
her
part
;
making
me
sad
,
that
’
s
all
.
The
best
is
not
to
remember
that
your
nature
and
your
past
doings
have
been
just
like
thousands
’
and
thousands
’
,
and
that
your
coming
life
and
doings
‘
ll
be
like
thousands
’
s
and
thousands
’
.
”
“
What
,
really
,
then
,
you
don
’
t
want
to
learn
anything
?
”
“
I
shouldn
’
t
mind
learning
why
—
why
the
sun
do
shine
on
the
just
and
the
unjust
alike
,
”
she
answered
,
with
a
slight
quaver
in
her
voice
.
“
But
that
’
s
what
books
will
not
tell
me
.
”
“
Tess
,
fie
for
such
bitterness
!
”
Of
course
he
spoke
with
a
conventional
sense
of
duty
only
,
for
that
sort
of
wondering
had
not
been
unknown
to
himself
in
bygone
days
.
And
as
he
looked
at
the
unpracticed
mouth
and
lips
,
he
thought
that
such
a
daughter
of
the
soil
could
only
have
caught
up
the
sentiment
by
rote
.
She
went
on
peeling
the
lords
and
ladies
till
Clare
,
regarding
for
a
moment
the
wave
-
like
curl
of
her
lashes
as
they
dropped
with
her
bent
gaze
on
her
soft
cheek
,
lingeringly
went
away
.
When
he
was
gone
she
stood
awhile
,
thoughtfully
peeling
the
last
bud
;
and
then
,
awakening
from
her
reverie
,
flung
it
and
all
the
crowd
of
floral
nobility
impatiently
on
the
ground
,
in
an
ebullition
of
displeasure
with
herself
for
her
NIAISERIES
,
and
with
a
quickening
warmth
in
her
heart
of
hearts
.
