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“
What
is
in
them
?
”
“
Almost
either
of
’
em
,
”
she
began
,
“
would
make
—
perhaps
would
make
—
a
properer
wife
than
I
.
And
perhaps
they
love
you
as
well
as
I
—
almost
.
”
“
O
,
Tessy
!
”
There
were
signs
that
it
was
an
exquisite
relief
to
her
to
hear
the
impatient
exclamation
,
though
she
had
resolved
so
intrepidly
to
let
generosity
make
one
bid
against
herself
.
That
was
now
done
,
and
she
had
not
the
power
to
attempt
self
-
immolation
a
second
time
then
.
They
were
joined
by
a
milker
from
one
of
the
cottages
,
and
no
more
was
said
on
that
which
concerned
them
so
deeply
.
But
Tess
knew
that
this
day
would
decide
it
In
the
afternoon
several
of
the
dairyman
’
s
household
and
assistants
went
down
to
the
meads
as
usual
,
a
long
way
from
the
dairy
,
where
many
of
the
cows
were
milked
without
being
driven
home
.
The
supply
was
getting
less
as
the
animals
advanced
in
calf
,
and
the
supernumerary
milkers
of
the
lush
green
season
had
been
dismissed
.
The
work
progressed
leisurely
.
Each
pailful
was
poured
into
tall
cans
that
stood
in
a
large
spring
-
waggon
which
had
been
brought
upon
the
scene
;
and
when
they
were
milked
the
cows
trailed
away
.
Dairyman
Crick
,
who
was
there
with
the
rest
,
his
wrapper
gleaming
miraculously
white
against
a
leaden
evening
sky
,
suddenly
looked
at
his
heavy
watch
.
“
Why
,
’
tis
later
than
I
thought
,
”
he
said
.
“
Begad
!
We
shan
’
t
be
soon
enough
with
this
milk
at
the
station
,
if
we
don
’
t
mind
.
There
’
s
no
time
today
to
take
it
home
and
mix
it
with
the
bulk
afore
sending
off
.
It
must
go
to
station
straight
from
here
.
Who
’
ll
drive
it
across
?
”
Mr
Clare
volunteered
to
do
so
,
though
it
was
none
of
his
business
,
asking
Tess
to
accompany
him
.
The
evening
,
though
sunless
,
had
been
warm
and
muggy
for
the
season
,
and
Tess
had
come
out
with
her
milking
-
hood
only
,
naked
-
armed
and
jacketless
;
certainly
not
dressed
for
a
drive
.
She
therefore
replied
by
glancing
over
her
scant
habiliments
;
but
Clare
gently
urged
her
.
She
assented
by
relinquishing
her
pail
and
stool
to
the
dairyman
to
take
home
;
and
mounted
the
spring
-
waggon
beside
Clare
.
In
the
diminishing
daylight
they
went
along
the
level
roadway
through
the
meads
,
which
stretched
away
into
gray
miles
,
and
were
backed
in
the
extreme
edge
of
distance
by
the
swarthy
and
abrupt
slopes
of
Egdon
Heath
.
On
its
summit
stood
clumps
and
stretches
of
fir
-
trees
,
whose
notched
tips
appeared
like
battlemented
towers
crowning
black
-
fronted
castles
of
enchantment
.
They
were
so
absorbed
in
the
sense
of
being
close
to
each
other
that
they
did
not
begin
talking
for
a
long
while
,
the
silence
being
broken
only
by
the
clucking
of
the
milk
in
the
tall
cans
behind
them
.
The
lane
they
followed
was
so
solitary
that
the
hazel
nuts
had
remained
on
the
boughs
till
they
slipped
from
their
shells
,
and
the
blackberries
hung
in
heavy
clusters
.
Every
now
and
then
Angel
would
fling
the
lash
of
his
whip
round
one
of
these
,
pluck
it
off
,
and
give
it
to
his
companion
.
