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They
gently
led
her
back
to
the
side
of
her
bed
,
where
they
kissed
her
warmly
.
“
You
are
best
for
’
n
,
”
said
Marian
“
More
ladylike
,
and
a
better
scholar
than
we
,
especially
since
he
had
taught
‘
ee
so
much
.
But
even
you
ought
to
be
proud
.
You
BE
proud
,
I
’
m
sure
!
”
“
Yes
,
I
am
,
”
she
said
;
“
and
I
am
ashamed
at
so
breaking
down
.
”
When
they
were
all
in
bed
,
and
the
light
was
out
,
Marian
whispered
across
to
her
—
“
You
will
think
of
us
when
you
be
his
wife
,
Tess
,
and
of
how
we
told
‘
ee
that
we
loved
him
,
and
how
we
tried
not
to
hate
you
,
and
did
not
hate
you
,
and
could
not
hate
you
,
because
you
were
his
choice
,
and
we
never
hoped
to
be
chose
by
him
.
”
They
were
not
aware
that
,
at
these
words
,
salt
,
stinging
tears
trickled
down
upon
Tess
’
s
pillow
anew
,
and
how
she
resolved
,
with
a
bursting
heart
,
to
tell
all
her
history
to
Angel
Clare
,
despite
her
mother
’
s
command
—
to
let
him
for
whom
she
lived
and
breathed
despise
her
if
he
would
,
and
her
mother
regard
her
as
a
fool
,
rather
then
preserve
a
silence
which
might
be
deemed
a
treachery
to
him
,
and
which
somehow
seemed
a
wrong
to
these
.
This
penitential
mood
kept
her
from
naming
the
wedding
-
day
.
The
beginning
of
November
found
its
date
still
in
abeyance
,
though
he
asked
her
at
the
most
tempting
times
.
But
Tess
’
s
desire
seemed
to
be
for
a
perpetual
betrothal
in
which
everything
should
remain
as
it
was
then
.
The
meads
were
changing
now
;
but
it
was
still
warm
enough
in
early
afternoons
before
milking
to
idle
there
awhile
,
and
the
state
of
dairy
-
work
at
this
time
of
year
allowed
a
spare
hour
for
idling
.
Looking
over
the
damp
sod
in
the
direction
of
the
sun
,
a
glistening
ripple
of
gossamer
webs
was
visible
to
their
eyes
under
the
luminary
,
like
the
track
of
moonlight
on
the
sea
.
Gnats
,
knowing
nothing
of
their
brief
glorification
,
wandered
across
the
shimmer
of
this
pathway
,
irradiated
as
if
they
bore
fire
within
them
,
then
passed
out
of
its
line
,
and
were
quite
extinct
.
In
the
presence
of
these
things
he
would
remind
her
that
the
date
was
still
the
question
.
Or
he
would
ask
her
at
night
,
when
he
accompanied
her
on
some
mission
invented
by
Mrs
Crick
to
give
him
the
opportunity
.
This
was
mostly
a
journey
to
the
farmhouse
on
the
slopes
above
the
vale
,
to
inquire
how
the
advanced
cows
were
getting
on
in
the
straw
-
barton
to
which
they
were
relegated
.
For
it
was
a
time
of
the
year
that
brought
great
changes
to
the
world
of
kine
.
Batches
of
the
animals
were
sent
away
daily
to
this
lying
-
in
hospital
,
where
they
lived
on
straw
till
their
calves
were
born
,
after
which
event
,
and
as
soon
as
the
calf
could
walk
,
mother
and
offspring
were
driven
back
to
the
dairy
.
