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She
went
out
towards
the
mead
,
joining
the
other
milkmaids
with
a
bound
,
as
if
trying
to
make
the
open
air
drive
away
her
sad
constraint
.
All
the
girls
drew
onward
to
the
spot
where
the
cows
were
grazing
in
the
farther
mead
,
the
bevy
advancing
with
the
bold
grace
of
wild
animals
—
the
reckless
unchastened
motion
of
women
accustomed
to
unlimited
space
—
in
which
they
abandoned
themselves
to
the
air
as
a
swimmer
to
the
wave
.
It
seemed
natural
enough
to
him
now
that
Tess
was
again
in
sight
to
choose
a
mate
from
unconstrained
Nature
,
and
not
from
the
abodes
of
Art
.
Her
refusal
,
though
unexpected
,
did
not
permanently
daunt
Clare
.
His
experience
of
women
was
great
enough
for
him
to
be
aware
that
the
negative
often
meant
nothing
more
than
the
preface
to
the
affirmative
;
and
it
was
little
enough
for
him
not
to
know
that
in
the
manner
of
the
present
negative
there
lay
a
great
exception
to
the
dallyings
of
coyness
.
That
she
had
already
permitted
him
to
make
love
to
her
he
read
as
an
additional
assurance
,
not
fully
trowing
that
in
the
fields
and
pastures
to
“
sigh
gratis
”
is
by
no
means
deemed
waste
;
love
-
making
being
here
more
often
accepted
inconsiderately
and
for
its
own
sweet
sake
than
in
the
carking
anxious
homes
of
the
ambitious
,
where
a
girl
’
s
craving
for
an
establishment
paralyzes
her
healthy
thought
of
a
passion
as
an
end
.
“
Tess
,
why
did
you
say
‘
no
’
in
such
a
positive
way
?
”
he
asked
her
in
the
course
of
a
few
days
.
She
started
.
“
Don
’
t
ask
me
.
I
told
you
why
—
partly
.
I
am
not
good
enough
—
not
worthy
enough
.
”
“
How
?
Not
fine
lady
enough
?
”
“
Yes
—
something
like
that
,
”
murmured
she
.
“
Your
friends
would
scorn
me
.
”
“
Indeed
,
you
mistake
them
—
my
father
and
mother
.
As
for
my
brothers
,
I
don
’
t
care
—
“
He
clasped
his
fingers
behind
her
back
to
keep
her
from
slipping
away
.
“
Now
—
you
did
not
mean
it
,
sweet
?
—
I
am
sure
you
did
not
!
You
have
made
me
so
restless
that
I
cannot
read
,
or
play
,
or
do
anything
.
I
am
in
no
hurry
,
Tess
,
but
I
want
to
know
—
to
hear
from
your
own
warm
lips
—
that
you
will
some
day
be
mine
—
any
time
you
may
choose
;
but
some
day
?
”
She
could
only
shake
her
head
and
look
away
from
him
.
