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me like this!’
‘Because you’ve knocked it out of me; so the evil be upon
your sweet head! Your husband little thought how his teach-
ing would recoil upon him! Ha-ha—I’m awfully glad you
have made an apostate of me all the same! Tess, I am more
taken with you than ever, and I pity you too. For all your
closeness, I see you are in a bad way—neglected by one who
ought to cherish you.’
She could not get her morsels of food down her throat;
her lips were dry, and she was ready to choke. The voices
and laughs of the workfolk eating and drinking under the
rick came to her as if they were a quarter of a mile off.
‘It is cruelty to me!’ she said. ‘How—how can you treat
me to this talk, if you care ever so little for me?’
‘True, true,’ he said, wincing a little. ‘I did not come to
reproach you for my deeds. I came Tess, to say that I don’t
like you to be working like this, and I have come on purpose
for you. You say you have a husband who is not I. Well, per-
haps you have; but I’ve never seen him, and you’ve not told
me his name; and altogether he seems rather a mythologi-
cal personage. However, even if you have one, I think I am
nearer to you than he is. I, at any rate, try to help you out of
trouble, but he does not, bless his invisible face! The words
of the stern prophet Hosea that I used to read come back to
me. Don’t you know them, Tess?—‘And she shall follow af-
ter her lover, but she shall not overtake him; and she shall
seek him, but shall not find him; then shall she say, I will go
and return to my first husband; for then was it better with
me than now!’ ... Tess, my trap is waiting just under the hill,

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