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"She ought to ha' told him just before they went to church, when he

could hardly have backed out," exclaimed Marian. "Yes, she ought," agreed Izz.

"She must have seen what he was after, and should ha' refused him,"

cried Retty spasmodically. "And what do you say, my dear?" asked the dairyman of Tess.

"I think she ought--to have told him the true state of things--or

else refused him--I don't know," replied Tess, the bread-and-butter

choking her. "Be cust if I'd have done either o't," said Beck Knibbs, a married

helper from one of the cottages. "All's fair in love and war. I'd

ha' married en just as she did, and if he'd said two words to me

about not telling him beforehand anything whatsomdever about my first

chap that I hadn't chose to tell, I'd ha' knocked him down wi' the

rolling-pin--a scram little feller like he! Any woman could do it."

The laughter which followed this sally was supplemented only by a

sorry smile, for form's sake, from Tess. What was comedy to them was

tragedy to her; and she could hardly bear their mirth. She soon rose

from table, and, with an impression that Clare would soon follow her,

went along a little wriggling path, now stepping to one side of the

irrigating channels, and now to the other, till she stood by the main

stream of the Var. Men had been cutting the water-weeds higher up

the river, and masses of them were floating past her--moving islands

of green crow-foot, whereon she might almost have ridden; long locks

of which weed had lodged against the piles driven to keep the cows

from crossing. Yes, there was the pain of it. This question of a woman telling her

story--the heaviest of crosses to herself--seemed but amusement to

others. It was as if people should laugh at martyrdom.

"Tessy!" came from behind her, and Clare sprang across the gully,

alighting beside her feet. "My wife--soon!"

"No, no; I cannot. For your sake, O Mr Clare; for your sake, I say

no!" "Tess!" "Still I say no!" she repeated.

Not expecting this, he had put his arm lightly round her waist the

moment after speaking, beneath her hanging tail of hair. (The

younger dairymaids, including Tess, breakfasted with their hair loose

on Sunday mornings before building it up extra high for attending

church, a style they could not adopt when milking with their heads

against the cows.) If she had said "Yes" instead of "No" he

would have kissed her; it had evidently been his intention; but

her determined negative deterred his scrupulous heart. Their

condition of domiciliary comradeship put her, as the woman, to such

disadvantage by its enforced intercourse, that he felt it unfair to

her to exercise any pressure of blandishment which he might have

honestly employed had she been better able to avoid him. He released

her momentarily-imprisoned waist, and withheld the kiss.