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After
these
tender
contests
and
her
victory
she
would
go
away
by
herself
under
the
remotest
cow
,
if
at
milking
-
time
,
or
into
the
sedge
,
or
into
her
room
,
if
at
a
leisure
interval
,
and
mourn
silently
,
not
a
minute
after
an
apparently
phlegmatic
negative
.
The
struggle
was
so
fearful
;
her
own
heart
was
so
strongly
on
the
side
of
his
—
two
ardent
hearts
against
one
poor
little
conscience
—
that
she
tried
to
fortify
her
resolution
by
every
means
in
her
power
.
She
had
come
to
Talbothays
with
a
made
-
up
mind
.
On
no
account
could
she
agree
to
a
step
which
might
afterwards
cause
bitter
rueing
to
her
husband
for
his
blindness
in
wedding
her
.
And
she
held
that
what
her
conscience
had
decided
for
her
when
her
mind
was
unbiassed
ought
not
to
be
overruled
now
.
“
Why
don
’
t
somebody
tell
him
all
about
me
?
”
she
said
.
“
It
was
only
forty
miles
off
—
why
hasn
’
t
it
reached
here
?
Somebody
must
know
!
”
Yet
nobody
seemed
to
know
;
nobody
told
him
.
For
two
or
three
days
no
more
was
said
.
She
guessed
from
the
sad
countenances
of
her
chamber
companions
that
they
regarded
her
not
only
as
the
favourite
,
but
as
the
chosen
;
but
they
could
see
for
themselves
that
she
did
not
put
herself
in
his
way
.
Tess
had
never
before
known
a
time
in
which
the
thread
of
her
life
was
so
distinctly
twisted
of
two
strands
,
positive
pleasure
and
positive
pain
.
At
the
next
cheese
-
making
the
pair
were
again
left
alone
together
.
The
dairyman
himself
had
been
lending
a
hand
;
but
Mr
Crick
,
as
well
as
his
wife
,
seemed
latterly
to
have
acquired
a
suspicion
of
mutual
interest
between
these
two
;
though
they
walked
so
circumspectly
that
suspicion
was
but
of
the
faintest
.
Anyhow
,
the
dairyman
left
them
to
themselves
.
They
were
breaking
up
the
masses
of
curd
before
putting
them
into
the
vats
.
The
operation
resembled
the
act
of
crumbling
bread
on
a
large
scale
;
and
amid
the
immaculate
whiteness
of
the
curds
Tess
Durbeyfield
’
s
hands
showed
themselves
of
the
pinkness
of
the
rose
.
Angel
,
who
was
filling
the
vats
with
his
handful
,
suddenly
ceased
,
and
laid
his
hands
flat
upon
hers
.
Her
sleeves
were
rolled
far
above
the
elbow
,
and
bending
lower
he
kissed
the
inside
vein
of
her
soft
arm
.
Although
the
early
September
weather
was
sultry
,
her
arm
,
from
her
dabbling
in
the
curds
,
was
as
cold
and
damp
to
his
mouth
as
a
new
-
gathered
mushroom
,
and
tasted
of
the
whey
.
But
she
was
such
a
sheaf
of
susceptibilities
that
her
pulse
was
accelerated
by
the
touch
,
her
blood
driven
to
her
finder
-
ends
,
and
the
cool
arms
flushed
hot
.
Then
,
as
though
her
heart
had
said
,
“
Is
coyness
longer
necessary
?
Truth
is
truth
between
man
and
woman
,
as
between
man
and
man
,
”
she
lifted
her
eyes
and
they
beamed
devotedly
into
his
,
as
her
lip
rose
in
a
tender
half
-
smile
.
“
Do
you
know
why
I
did
that
,
Tess
?
”
he
said
.
