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“
Well
,
you
are
absurdly
melancholy
,
Tess
.
I
have
no
reason
for
flattering
you
now
,
and
I
can
say
plainly
that
you
need
not
be
so
sad
.
You
can
hold
your
own
for
beauty
against
any
woman
of
these
parts
,
gentle
or
simple
;
I
say
it
to
you
as
a
practical
man
and
well
-
wisher
.
If
you
are
wise
you
will
show
it
to
the
world
more
than
you
do
before
it
fades
.
.
.
.
And
yet
,
Tess
,
will
you
come
back
to
me
!
Upon
my
soul
I
don
’
t
like
to
let
you
go
like
this
!
”
“
Never
,
never
!
I
made
up
my
mind
as
soon
as
I
saw
—
what
I
ought
to
have
seen
sooner
;
and
I
won
’
t
come
.
”
“
Then
good
morning
,
my
four
months
’
cousin
—
goodbye
!
”
He
leapt
up
lightly
,
arranged
the
reins
,
and
was
gone
between
the
tall
red
-
berried
hedges
.
Tess
did
not
look
after
him
,
but
slowly
wound
along
the
crooked
lane
.
It
was
still
early
,
and
though
the
sun
’
s
lower
limb
was
just
free
of
the
hill
,
his
rays
,
ungenial
and
peering
,
addressed
the
eye
rather
than
the
touch
as
yet
.
There
was
not
a
human
soul
near
.
Sad
October
and
her
sadder
self
seemed
the
only
two
existences
haunting
that
lane
.
As
she
walked
,
however
,
some
footsteps
approached
behind
her
,
the
footsteps
of
a
man
;
and
owing
to
the
briskness
of
his
advance
he
was
close
at
her
heels
and
had
said
“
Good
morning
”
before
she
had
been
long
aware
of
his
propinquity
.
He
appeared
to
be
an
artisan
of
some
sort
,
and
carried
a
tin
pot
of
red
paint
in
his
hand
.
He
asked
in
a
business
-
like
manner
if
he
should
take
her
basket
,
which
she
permitted
him
to
do
,
walking
beside
him
.
“
It
is
early
to
be
astir
this
Sabbath
morn
!
”
he
said
cheerfully
.
“
Yes
,
”
said
Tess
.
“
When
most
people
are
at
rest
from
their
week
’
s
work
.
”
She
also
assented
to
this
.
