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The
reason
was
a
good
one
,
so
far
as
it
went
.
His
influence
over
her
had
been
so
marked
that
she
had
caught
his
manner
and
habits
,
his
speech
and
phrases
,
his
likings
and
his
aversions
.
And
to
leave
her
in
farmland
would
be
to
let
her
slip
back
again
out
of
accord
with
him
.
He
wished
to
have
her
under
his
charge
for
another
reason
.
His
parents
had
naturally
desired
to
see
her
once
at
least
before
he
carried
her
off
to
a
distant
settlement
,
English
or
colonial
;
and
as
no
opinion
of
theirs
was
to
be
allowed
to
change
his
intention
,
he
judged
that
a
couple
of
months
’
life
with
him
in
lodgings
whilst
seeking
for
an
advantageous
opening
would
be
of
some
social
assistance
to
her
at
what
she
might
feel
to
be
a
trying
ordeal
—
her
presentation
to
his
mother
at
the
Vicarage
.
Next
,
he
wished
to
see
a
little
of
the
working
of
a
flour
-
mill
,
having
an
idea
that
he
might
combine
the
use
of
one
with
corn
-
growing
.
The
proprietor
of
a
large
old
water
-
mill
at
Wellbridge
—
once
the
mill
of
an
Abbey
—
had
offered
him
the
inspection
of
his
time
-
honoured
mode
of
procedure
,
and
a
hand
in
the
operations
for
a
few
days
,
whenever
he
should
choose
to
come
.
Clare
paid
a
visit
to
the
place
,
some
few
miles
distant
,
one
day
at
this
time
,
to
inquire
particulars
,
and
returned
to
Talbothays
in
the
evening
.
She
found
him
determined
to
spend
a
short
time
at
the
Wellbridge
flour
-
mills
.
And
what
had
determined
him
?
Less
the
opportunity
of
an
insight
into
grinding
and
bolting
than
the
casual
fact
that
lodgings
were
to
be
obtained
in
that
very
farmhouse
which
,
before
its
mutilation
,
had
been
the
mansion
of
a
branch
of
the
d
’
Urberville
family
.
This
was
always
how
Clare
settled
practical
questions
;
by
a
sentiment
which
had
nothing
to
do
with
them
.
They
decided
to
go
immediately
after
the
wedding
,
and
remain
for
a
fortnight
,
instead
of
journeying
to
towns
and
inns
.
“
Then
we
will
start
off
to
examine
some
farms
on
the
other
side
of
London
that
I
have
heard
of
,
”
he
said
,
“
and
by
March
or
April
we
will
pay
a
visit
to
my
father
and
mother
.
”
Questions
of
procedure
such
as
these
arose
and
passed
,
and
the
day
,
the
incredible
day
,
on
which
she
was
to
become
his
,
loomed
large
in
the
near
future
.
The
thirty
-
first
of
December
,
New
Year
’
s
Eve
,
was
the
date
.
His
wife
,
she
said
to
herself
.
Could
it
ever
be
?
Their
two
selves
together
,
nothing
to
divide
them
,
every
incident
shared
by
them
;
why
not
?
And
yet
why
?
One
Sunday
morning
Izz
Huett
returned
from
church
,
and
spoke
privately
to
Tess
.
“
You
was
not
called
home
this
morning
.
”
“
What
?
”
“
It
should
ha
’
been
the
first
time
of
asking
today
,
”
she
answered
,
looking
quietly
at
Tess
.
“
You
meant
to
be
married
New
Year
’
s
Eve
,
deary
?
”
The
other
returned
a
quick
affirmative
.
“
And
there
must
be
three
times
of
asking
.
And
now
there
be
only
two
Sundays
left
between
.
”
