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“
Very
well
,
thank
you
,
sir
,
”
she
replied
demurely
.
As
they
had
been
discussing
a
score
of
personal
matters
only
half
-
an
-
hour
before
,
the
introductory
style
seemed
a
little
superfluous
.
But
they
got
no
further
in
speech
just
then
.
They
crept
and
crept
,
the
hem
of
her
petticoat
just
touching
his
gaiter
,
and
his
elbow
sometimes
brushing
hers
.
At
last
the
dairyman
,
who
came
next
,
could
stand
it
no
longer
.
“
Upon
my
soul
and
body
,
this
here
stooping
do
fairly
make
my
back
open
and
shut
!
”
he
exclaimed
,
straightening
himself
slowly
with
an
excruciated
look
till
quite
upright
.
“
And
you
,
maidy
Tess
,
you
wasn
’
t
well
a
day
or
two
ago
—
this
will
make
your
head
ache
finely
!
Don
’
t
do
any
more
,
if
you
feel
fainty
;
leave
the
rest
to
finish
it
.
”
Dairyman
Crick
withdrew
,
and
Tess
dropped
behind
.
Mr
Clare
also
stepped
out
of
line
,
and
began
privateering
about
for
the
weed
.
When
she
found
him
near
her
,
her
very
tension
at
what
she
had
heard
the
night
before
made
her
the
first
to
speak
.
“
Don
’
t
they
look
pretty
?
”
she
said
.
“
Who
?
”
“
Izzy
Huett
and
Retty
.
”
Tess
had
moodily
decided
that
either
of
these
maidens
would
make
a
good
farmer
’
s
wife
,
and
that
she
ought
to
recommend
them
,
and
obscure
her
own
wretched
charms
.
“
Pretty
?
Well
,
yes
—
they
are
pretty
girls
—
fresh
looking
.
I
have
often
thought
so
.
”
“
Though
,
poor
dears
,
prettiness
won
’
t
last
long
!
”
