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“
Because
you
love
me
very
much
!
”
“
Yes
,
and
as
a
preliminary
to
a
new
entreaty
.
”
“
Not
AGAIN
!
”
She
looked
a
sudden
fear
that
her
resistance
might
break
down
under
her
own
desire
.
“
O
,
Tessy
!
”
he
went
on
,
“
I
CANNOT
think
why
you
are
so
tantalizing
.
Why
do
you
disappoint
me
so
?
You
seem
almost
like
a
coquette
,
upon
my
life
you
do
—
a
coquette
of
the
first
urban
water
!
They
blow
hot
and
blow
cold
,
just
as
you
do
,
and
it
is
the
very
last
sort
of
thing
to
expect
to
find
in
a
retreat
like
Talbothays
.
.
.
.
And
yet
,
dearest
,
”
he
quickly
added
,
observing
now
the
remark
had
cut
her
,
“
I
know
you
to
be
the
most
honest
,
spotless
creature
that
ever
lived
.
So
how
can
I
suppose
you
a
flirt
?
Tess
,
why
don
’
t
you
like
the
idea
of
being
my
wife
,
if
you
love
me
as
you
seem
to
do
?
”
“
I
have
never
said
I
don
’
t
like
the
idea
,
and
I
never
could
say
it
;
because
—
it
isn
’
t
true
!
”
The
stress
now
getting
beyond
endurance
her
lip
quivered
,
and
she
was
obliged
to
go
away
.
Clare
was
so
pained
and
perplexed
that
he
ran
after
and
caught
her
in
the
passage
.
“
Tell
me
,
tell
me
!
”
he
said
,
passionately
clasping
her
,
in
forgetfulness
of
his
curdy
hands
:
“
do
tell
me
that
you
won
’
t
belong
to
anybody
but
me
!
”
“
I
will
,
I
will
tell
you
!
”
she
exclaimed
.
“
And
I
will
give
you
a
complete
answer
,
if
you
will
let
me
go
now
.
I
will
tell
you
my
experiences
—
all
about
myself
—
all
!
”
“
Your
experiences
,
dear
;
yes
,
certainly
;
and
number
.
”
He
expressed
assent
in
loving
satire
,
looking
into
her
face
.
“
My
Tess
,
no
doubt
,
almost
as
many
experiences
as
that
wild
convolvulus
out
there
on
the
garden
hedge
,
that
opened
itself
this
morning
for
the
first
time
.
Tell
me
anything
,
but
don
’
t
use
that
wretched
expression
any
more
about
not
being
worthy
of
me
.
