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”
“
I
will
try
—
not
!
And
I
’
ll
give
you
my
reasons
tomorrow
—
next
week
.
”
“
Say
on
Sunday
?
”
“
Yes
,
on
Sunday
.
”
At
last
she
got
away
,
and
did
not
stop
in
her
retreat
till
she
was
in
the
thicket
of
pollard
willows
at
the
lower
side
of
the
barton
,
where
she
could
be
quite
unseen
.
Here
Tess
flung
herself
down
upon
the
rustling
undergrowth
of
spear
-
grass
,
as
upon
a
bed
,
and
remained
crouching
in
palpitating
misery
broken
by
momentary
shoots
of
joy
,
which
her
fears
about
the
ending
could
not
altogether
suppress
.
In
reality
,
she
was
drifting
into
acquiescence
.
Every
see
-
saw
of
her
breath
,
every
wave
of
her
blood
,
every
pulse
singing
in
her
ears
,
was
a
voice
that
joined
with
nature
in
revolt
against
her
scrupulousness
.
Reckless
,
inconsiderate
acceptance
of
him
;
to
close
with
him
at
the
altar
,
revealing
nothing
,
and
chancing
discovery
;
to
snatch
ripe
pleasure
before
the
iron
teeth
of
pain
could
have
time
to
shut
upon
her
:
that
was
what
love
counselled
;
and
in
almost
a
terror
of
ecstasy
Tess
divined
that
,
despite
her
many
months
of
lonely
self
-
chastisement
,
wrestlings
,
communings
,
schemes
to
lead
a
future
of
austere
isolation
,
love
’
s
counsel
would
prevail
.
The
afternoon
advanced
,
and
still
she
remained
among
the
willows
.
She
heard
the
rattle
of
taking
down
the
pails
from
the
forked
stands
;
the
“
waow
-
waow
!
”
which
accompanied
the
getting
together
of
the
cows
.
But
she
did
not
go
to
the
milking
.
They
would
see
her
agitation
;
and
the
dairyman
,
thinking
the
cause
to
be
love
alone
,
would
good
-
naturedly
tease
her
;
and
that
harassment
could
not
be
borne
Her
lover
must
have
guessed
her
overwrought
state
,
and
invented
some
excuse
for
her
non
-
appearance
,
for
no
inquiries
were
made
or
calls
given
.
At
half
-
past
six
the
sun
settled
down
upon
the
levels
,
with
the
aspect
of
a
great
forge
in
the
heavens
;
and
presently
a
monstrous
pumpkin
-
like
moon
arose
on
the
other
hand
.
The
pollard
willows
,
tortured
out
of
their
natural
shape
by
incessant
choppings
,
became
spiny
-
haired
monsters
as
they
stood
up
against
it
.
She
went
in
,
and
upstairs
without
a
light
.
It
was
now
Wednesday
.
Thursday
came
,
and
Angel
looked
thoughtfully
at
her
from
a
distance
,
but
intruded
in
no
way
upon
her
.
The
indoor
milkmaids
,
Marian
and
the
rest
,
seemed
to
guess
that
something
definite
was
afoot
,
for
they
did
not
force
any
remarks
upon
her
in
the
bedchamber
.
Friday
passed
;
Saturday
.
Tomorrow
was
the
day
.
“
I
shall
give
way
—
I
shall
say
yes
—
I
shall
let
myself
marry
him
—
I
cannot
help
it
!
”
she
jealously
panted
,
with
her
hot
face
to
the
pillow
that
night
,
on
hearing
one
of
the
other
girls
sigh
his
name
in
her
sleep
.
“
I
can
’
t
bear
to
let
anybody
have
him
but
me
!
Yet
it
is
a
wrong
to
him
,
and
may
kill
him
when
he
knows
!
O
my
heart
—
O
—
O
—
O
!
”
