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Alec
d
’
Urberville
removed
his
cigar
,
bent
towards
her
,
and
said
—
“
You
are
not
going
to
turn
away
like
that
,
dear
!
Come
!
”
“
If
you
wish
,
”
she
answered
indifferently
.
“
See
how
you
’
ve
mastered
me
!
”
She
thereupon
turned
round
and
lifted
her
face
to
his
,
and
remained
like
a
marble
term
while
he
imprinted
a
kiss
upon
her
cheek
—
half
perfunctorily
,
half
as
if
zest
had
not
yet
quite
died
out
.
Her
eyes
vaguely
rested
upon
the
remotest
trees
in
the
lane
while
the
kiss
was
given
,
as
though
she
were
nearly
unconscious
of
what
he
did
.
“
Now
the
other
side
,
for
old
acquaintance
’
sake
.
”
She
turned
her
head
in
the
same
passive
way
,
as
one
might
turn
at
the
request
of
a
sketcher
or
hairdresser
,
and
he
kissed
the
other
side
,
his
lips
touching
cheeks
that
were
damp
and
smoothly
chill
as
the
skin
of
the
mushrooms
in
the
fields
around
.
“
You
don
’
t
give
me
your
mouth
and
kiss
me
back
.
You
never
willingly
do
that
—
you
’
ll
never
love
me
,
I
fear
.
”
“
I
have
said
so
,
often
.
It
is
true
.
I
have
never
really
and
truly
loved
you
,
and
I
think
I
never
can
.
”
She
added
mournfully
,
“
Perhaps
,
of
all
things
,
a
lie
on
this
thing
would
do
the
most
good
to
me
now
;
but
I
have
honour
enough
left
,
little
as
’
tis
,
not
to
tell
that
lie
.
If
I
did
love
you
I
may
have
the
best
o
’
causes
for
letting
you
know
it
.
But
I
don
’
t
.
”
He
emitted
a
laboured
breath
,
as
if
the
scene
were
getting
rather
oppressive
to
his
heart
,
or
to
his
conscience
,
or
to
his
gentility
.
