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“
But
,
if
you
love
me
you
would
like
me
to
be
your
husband
?
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
!
But
O
,
I
sometimes
wish
I
had
never
been
born
!
”
“
Now
,
my
dear
Tess
,
if
I
did
not
know
that
you
are
very
much
excited
,
and
very
inexperienced
,
I
should
say
that
remark
was
not
very
complimentary
.
How
came
you
to
wish
that
if
you
care
for
me
?
Do
you
care
for
me
?
I
wish
you
would
prove
it
in
some
way
.
”
“
How
can
I
prove
it
more
than
I
have
done
?
”
she
cried
,
in
a
distraction
of
tenderness
.
“
Will
this
prove
it
more
?
”
She
clasped
his
neck
,
and
for
the
first
time
Clare
learnt
what
an
impassioned
woman
’
s
kisses
were
like
upon
the
lips
of
one
whom
she
loved
with
all
her
heart
and
soul
,
as
Tess
loved
him
.
“
There
—
now
do
you
believe
?
”
she
asked
,
flushed
,
and
wiping
her
eyes
.
“
Yes
.
I
never
really
doubted
—
never
,
never
!
”
So
they
drove
on
through
the
gloom
,
forming
one
bundle
inside
the
sail
-
cloth
,
the
horse
going
as
he
would
,
and
the
rain
driving
against
them
.
She
had
consented
.
She
might
as
well
have
agreed
at
first
.
The
“
appetite
for
joy
”
which
pervades
all
creation
,
that
tremendous
force
which
sways
humanity
to
its
purpose
,
as
the
tide
sways
the
helpless
weed
,
was
not
to
be
controlled
by
vague
lucubrations
over
the
social
rubric
.
“
I
must
write
to
my
mother
,
”
she
said
“
You
don
’
t
mind
my
doing
that
?
”
