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approach.
It was not her hard taskmaster, Farmer Groby; it was one in a
semi-clerical costume, who now represented what had once been the
free-and-easy Alec d'Urberville. Not being hot at his preaching
there was less enthusiasm about him now, and the presence of the
grinder seemed to embarrass him. A pale distress was already on
Tess's face, and she pulled her curtained hood further over it.
D'Urberville came up and said quietly--
"I want to speak to you, Tess."
"You have refused my last request, not to come near me!" said she.
"Yes, but I have a good reason."
"Well, tell it."
"It is more serious than you may think."
He glanced round to see if he were overheard. They were at some
distance from the man who turned the slicer, and the movement of the
machine, too, sufficiently prevented Alec's words reaching other
ears. D'Urberville placed himself so as to screen Tess from the
labourer, turning his back to the latter.
"It is this," he continued, with capricious compunction. "In
thinking of your soul and mine when we last met, I neglected to
inquire as to your worldly condition. You were well dressed, and I
did not think of it. But I see now that it is hard--harder than it
used to be when I--knew you--harder than you deserve. Perhaps a good
deal of it is owning to me!"
She did not answer, and he watched her inquiringly, as, with bent
head, her face completely screened by the hood, she resumed her
trimming of the swedes. By going on with her work she felt better
able to keep him outside her emotions.
"Tess," he added, with a sigh of discontent,--"yours was the very
worst case I ever was concerned in! I had no idea of what had
resulted till you told me. Scamp that I was to foul that innocent
life! The whole blame was mine--the whole unconventional business
of our time at Trantridge. You, too, the real blood of which I am
but the base imitation, what a blind young thing you were as to
possibilities! I say in all earnestness that it is a shame for
parents to bring up their girls in such dangerous ignorance of the
gins and nets that the wicked may set for them, whether their motive
be a good one or the result of simple indifference."
Tess still did no more than listen, throwing down one globular root
and taking up another with automatic regularity, the pensive contour
of the mere fieldwoman alone marking her.
"But it is not that I came to say," d'Urberville went on. "My
circumstan
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