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In
an
impulse
he
turned
suddenly
to
take
her
hand
;
the
buff
-
glove
was
on
it
,
and
he
seized
only
the
rough
leather
fingers
which
did
not
express
the
life
or
shape
of
those
within
.
“
You
must
not
—
you
must
not
!
”
she
cried
fearfully
,
slipping
her
hand
from
the
glove
as
from
a
pocket
,
and
leaving
it
in
his
grasp
.
“
O
,
will
you
go
away
—
for
the
sake
of
me
and
my
husband
—
go
,
in
the
name
of
your
own
Christianity
!
”
“
Yes
,
yes
;
I
will
,
”
he
said
abruptly
,
and
thrusting
the
glove
back
to
her
he
turned
to
leave
.
Facing
round
,
however
,
he
said
,
“
Tess
,
as
God
is
my
judge
,
I
meant
no
humbug
in
taking
your
hand
!
”
A
pattering
of
hoofs
on
the
soil
of
the
field
,
which
they
had
not
noticed
in
their
preoccupation
,
ceased
close
behind
them
;
and
a
voice
reached
her
ear
:
“
What
the
devil
are
you
doing
away
from
your
work
at
this
time
o
’
day
?
”
Farmer
Groby
had
espied
the
two
figures
from
the
distance
,
and
had
inquisitively
ridden
across
,
to
learn
what
was
their
business
in
his
field
.
“
Don
’
t
speak
like
that
to
her
!
”
said
d
’
Urberville
,
his
face
blackening
with
something
that
was
not
Christianity
.
“
Indeed
,
Mister
!
And
what
mid
Methodist
pa
’
sons
have
to
do
with
she
?
”
“
Who
is
the
fellow
?
”
asked
d
’
Urberville
,
turning
to
Tess
.
She
went
close
up
to
him
.
