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“
I
know
it
—
I
repeat
that
I
do
not
blame
you
.
But
the
fact
remains
.
When
I
saw
you
ill
-
used
on
the
farm
that
day
I
was
nearly
mad
to
think
that
I
had
no
legal
right
to
protect
you
—
that
I
could
not
have
it
;
whilst
he
who
has
it
seemed
to
neglect
you
utterly
!
”
“
Don
’
t
speak
against
him
—
he
is
absent
!
”
she
cried
in
much
excitement
.
“
Treat
him
honourably
—
he
has
never
wronged
you
!
O
leave
his
wife
before
any
scandal
spreads
that
may
do
harm
to
his
honest
name
!
”
“
I
will
—
I
will
,
”
he
said
,
like
a
man
awakening
from
a
luring
dream
.
“
I
have
broken
my
engagement
to
preach
to
those
poor
drunken
boobies
at
the
fair
—
it
is
the
first
time
I
have
played
such
a
practical
joke
.
A
month
ago
I
should
have
been
horrified
at
such
a
possibility
.
I
’
ll
go
away
—
to
swear
—
and
—
ah
,
can
I
!
to
keep
away
.
”
Then
,
suddenly
:
“
One
clasp
,
Tessy
—
one
!
Only
for
old
friendship
—
”
“
I
am
without
defence
.
Alec
!
A
good
man
’
s
honour
is
in
my
keeping
—
think
—
be
ashamed
!
”
“
Pooh
!
Well
,
yes
—
yes
!
”
He
clenched
his
lips
,
mortified
with
himself
for
his
weakness
.
His
eyes
were
equally
barren
of
worldly
and
religious
faith
.
The
corpses
of
those
old
fitful
passions
which
had
lain
inanimate
amid
the
lines
of
his
face
ever
since
his
reformation
seemed
to
wake
and
come
together
as
in
a
resurrection
.
He
went
out
indeterminately
.
Though
d
’
Urberville
had
declared
that
this
breach
of
his
engagement
today
was
the
simple
backsliding
of
a
believer
,
Tess
’
s
words
,
as
echoed
from
Angel
Clare
,
had
made
a
deep
impression
upon
him
,
and
continued
to
do
so
after
he
had
left
her
.
He
moved
on
in
silence
,
as
if
his
energies
were
benumbed
by
the
hitherto
undreamt
-
of
possibility
that
his
position
was
untenable
.
Reason
had
had
nothing
to
do
with
his
whimsical
conversion
,
which
was
perhaps
the
mere
freak
of
a
careless
man
in
search
of
a
new
sensation
,
and
temporarily
impressed
by
his
mother
’
s
death
The
drops
of
logic
Tess
had
let
fall
into
the
sea
of
his
enthusiasm
served
to
chill
its
effervescence
to
stagnation
.
He
said
to
himself
,
as
he
pondered
again
and
again
over
the
crystallized
phrases
that
she
had
handed
on
to
him
,
“
That
clever
fellow
little
thought
that
,
by
telling
her
those
things
,
he
might
be
paving
my
way
back
to
her
!
”
It
is
the
threshing
of
the
last
wheat
-
rick
at
Flintcomb
-
Ash
farm
.
The
dawn
of
the
March
morning
is
singularly
inexpressive
,
and
there
is
nothing
to
show
where
the
eastern
horizon
lies
.
Against
the
twilight
rises
the
trapezoidal
top
of
the
stack
,
which
has
stood
forlornly
here
through
the
washing
and
bleaching
of
the
wintry
weather
.
