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“
Well
,
tell
it
.
”
“
It
is
more
serious
than
you
may
think
.
”
He
glanced
round
to
see
if
he
were
overheard
.
They
were
at
some
distance
from
the
man
who
turned
the
slicer
,
and
the
movement
of
the
machine
,
too
,
sufficiently
prevented
Alec
’
s
words
reaching
other
ears
.
D
’
Urberville
placed
himself
so
as
to
screen
Tess
from
the
labourer
,
turning
his
back
to
the
latter
.
“
It
is
this
,
”
he
continued
,
with
capricious
compunction
.
“
In
thinking
of
your
soul
and
mine
when
we
last
met
,
I
neglected
to
inquire
as
to
your
worldly
condition
.
You
were
well
dressed
,
and
I
did
not
think
of
it
.
But
I
see
now
that
it
is
hard
—
harder
than
it
used
to
be
when
I
—
knew
you
—
harder
than
you
deserve
.
Perhaps
a
good
deal
of
it
is
owning
to
me
!
”
She
did
not
answer
,
and
he
watched
her
inquiringly
,
as
,
with
bent
head
,
her
face
completely
screened
by
the
hood
,
she
resumed
her
trimming
of
the
swedes
.
By
going
on
with
her
work
she
felt
better
able
to
keep
him
outside
her
emotions
.
“
Tess
,
”
he
added
,
with
a
sigh
of
discontent
,
—
“
yours
was
the
very
worst
case
I
ever
was
concerned
in
!
I
had
no
idea
of
what
had
resulted
till
you
told
me
.
Scamp
that
I
was
to
foul
that
innocent
life
!
The
whole
blame
was
mine
—
the
whole
unconventional
business
of
our
time
at
Trantridge
.
You
,
too
,
the
real
blood
of
which
I
am
but
the
base
imitation
,
what
a
blind
young
thing
you
were
as
to
possibilities
!
I
say
in
all
earnestness
that
it
is
a
shame
for
parents
to
bring
up
their
girls
in
such
dangerous
ignorance
of
the
gins
and
nets
that
the
wicked
may
set
for
them
,
whether
their
motive
be
a
good
one
or
the
result
of
simple
indifference
.
”
Tess
still
did
no
more
than
listen
,
throwing
down
one
globular
root
and
taking
up
another
with
automatic
regularity
,
the
pensive
contour
of
the
mere
fieldwoman
alone
marking
her
.
“
But
it
is
not
that
I
came
to
say
,
”
d
’
Urberville
went
on
.
“
My
circumstances
are
these
.
I
have
lost
my
mother
since
you
were
at
Trantridge
,
and
the
place
is
my
own
.
But
I
intend
to
sell
it
,
and
devote
myself
to
missionary
work
in
Africa
.
A
devil
of
a
poor
hand
I
shall
make
at
the
trade
,
no
doubt
.
However
,
what
I
want
to
ask
you
is
,
will
you
put
it
in
my
power
to
do
my
duty
—
to
make
the
only
reparation
I
can
make
for
the
trick
played
you
:
that
is
,
will
you
be
my
wife
,
and
go
with
me
?
.
.
.
I
have
already
obtained
this
precious
document
.
It
was
my
old
mother
’
s
dying
wish
.
”
