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Clare
hardily
kept
his
arm
round
her
waist
in
sight
of
these
watermen
,
with
the
air
of
a
man
who
was
accustomed
to
public
dalliance
,
though
actually
as
shy
as
she
who
,
with
lips
parted
and
eyes
askance
on
the
labourers
,
wore
the
look
of
a
wary
animal
the
while
.
“
You
are
not
ashamed
of
owning
me
as
yours
before
them
!
”
she
said
gladly
.
“
O
no
!
”
“
But
if
it
should
reach
the
ears
of
your
friends
at
Emminster
that
you
are
walking
about
like
this
with
me
,
a
milkmaid
—
”
“
The
most
bewitching
milkmaid
every
seen
.
”
“
They
might
feel
it
a
hurt
to
their
dignity
.
”
“
My
dear
girl
—
a
d
’
Urberville
hurt
the
dignity
of
a
Clare
!
”
It
is
a
grand
card
to
play
—
that
of
your
belonging
to
such
a
family
,
and
I
am
reserving
it
for
a
grand
effect
when
we
are
married
,
and
have
the
proofs
of
your
descent
from
Parson
Tringham
.
Apart
from
that
,
my
future
is
to
be
totally
foreign
to
my
family
—
it
will
not
affect
even
the
surface
of
their
lives
.
We
shall
leave
this
part
of
England
—
perhaps
England
itself
—
and
what
does
it
matter
how
people
regard
us
here
?
You
will
like
going
,
will
you
not
?
”
She
could
answer
no
more
than
a
bare
affirmative
,
so
great
was
the
emotion
aroused
in
her
at
the
thought
of
going
through
the
world
with
him
as
his
own
familiar
friend
.
Her
feelings
almost
filled
her
ears
like
a
babble
of
waves
,
and
surged
up
to
her
eyes
.
She
put
her
hand
in
his
,
and
thus
they
went
on
,
to
a
place
where
the
reflected
sun
glared
up
from
the
river
,
under
a
bridge
,
with
a
molten
-
metallic
glow
that
dazzled
their
eyes
,
though
the
sun
itself
was
hidden
by
the
bridge
.
They
stood
still
,
whereupon
little
furred
and
feathered
heads
popped
up
from
the
smooth
surface
of
the
water
;
but
,
finding
that
the
disturbing
presences
had
paused
,
and
not
passed
by
,
they
disappeared
again
.
Upon
this
river
-
brink
they
lingered
till
the
fog
began
to
close
round
them
—
which
was
very
early
in
the
evening
at
this
time
of
the
year
—
settling
on
the
lashes
of
her
eyes
,
where
it
rested
like
crystals
,
and
on
his
brows
and
hair
.
They
walked
later
on
Sundays
,
when
it
was
quite
dark
.
Some
of
the
dairy
-
people
,
who
were
also
out
of
doors
on
the
first
Sunday
evening
after
their
engagement
,
heard
her
impulsive
speeches
,
ecstasized
to
fragments
,
though
they
were
too
far
off
to
hear
the
words
discoursed
;
noted
the
spasmodic
catch
in
her
remarks
,
broken
into
syllables
by
the
leapings
of
her
heart
,
as
she
walked
leaning
on
his
arm
;
her
contented
pauses
,
the
occasional
little
laugh
upon
which
her
soul
seemed
to
ride
—
the
laugh
of
a
woman
in
company
with
the
man
she
loves
and
has
won
from
all
other
women
—
unlike
anything
else
in
nature
.
They
marked
the
buoyancy
of
her
tread
,
like
the
skim
of
a
bird
which
had
not
quite
alighted
.
