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She
was
inexpressibly
weary
.
She
had
risen
at
five
o
’
clock
every
morning
of
that
week
,
had
been
on
foot
the
whole
of
each
day
,
and
on
this
evening
had
in
addition
walked
the
three
miles
to
Chaseborough
,
waited
three
hours
for
her
neighbours
without
eating
or
drinking
,
her
impatience
to
start
them
preventing
either
;
she
had
then
walked
a
mile
of
the
way
home
,
and
had
undergone
the
excitement
of
the
quarrel
,
till
,
with
the
slow
progress
of
their
steed
,
it
was
now
nearly
one
o
’
clock
.
Only
once
,
however
,
was
she
overcome
by
actual
drowsiness
.
In
that
moment
of
oblivion
her
head
sank
gently
against
him
.
D
’
Urberville
stopped
the
horse
,
withdrew
his
feet
from
the
stirrups
,
turned
sideways
on
the
saddle
,
and
enclosed
her
waist
with
his
arm
to
support
her
.
This
immediately
put
her
on
the
defensive
,
and
with
one
of
those
sudden
impulses
of
reprisal
to
which
she
was
liable
she
gave
him
a
little
push
from
her
.
In
his
ticklish
position
he
nearly
lost
his
balance
and
only
just
avoided
rolling
over
into
the
road
,
the
horse
,
though
a
powerful
one
,
being
fortunately
the
quietest
he
rode
.
“
That
is
devilish
unkind
!
”
he
said
.
“
I
mean
no
harm
—
only
to
keep
you
from
falling
.
”
She
pondered
suspiciously
;
till
,
thinking
that
this
might
after
all
be
true
,
she
relented
,
and
said
quite
humbly
,
“
I
beg
your
pardon
,
sir
.
”
“
I
won
’
t
pardon
you
unless
you
show
some
confidence
in
me
.
Good
God
!
”
he
burst
out
,
“
what
am
I
,
to
be
repulsed
so
by
a
mere
chit
like
you
?
For
near
three
mortal
months
have
you
trifled
with
my
feelings
,
eluded
me
,
and
snubbed
me
;
and
I
won
’
t
stand
it
!
”
“
I
”
ll
leave
you
tomorrow
,
sir
.
”
“
No
,
you
will
not
leave
me
tomorrow
!
Will
you
,
I
ask
once
more
,
show
your
belief
in
me
by
letting
me
clasp
you
with
my
arm
?
Come
,
between
us
two
and
nobody
else
,
now
.
We
know
each
other
well
;
and
you
know
that
I
love
you
,
and
think
you
the
prettiest
girl
in
the
world
,
which
you
are
.
Mayn
’
t
I
treat
you
as
a
lover
?
”
She
drew
a
quick
pettish
breath
of
objection
,
writhing
uneasily
on
her
seat
,
looked
far
ahead
,
and
murmured
,
“
I
don
’
t
know
—
I
wish
—
how
can
I
say
yes
or
no
when
—
”
