Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 12

           

           “Ithoughtyouwouldn’tIsaidso!Well,then,putupyourbasket,andletmehelpyouon.”

           Shelistlesslyplacedherbasketandbundlewithinthedog-cart,andsteppedup,andtheysatsidebyside.Shehadnofearofhimnow,andinthecauseofherconfidencehersorrowlay.

           D’Urbervillemechanicallylitacigar,andthejourneywascontinuedwithbrokenunemotionalconversationonthecommonplaceobjectsbythewayside.Hehadquiteforgottenhisstruggletokissherwhen,intheearlysummer,theyhaddrivenintheoppositedirectionalongthesameroad.Butshehadnot,andshesatnow,likeapuppet,replyingtohisremarksinmonosyllables.AftersomemilestheycameinviewoftheclumpoftreesbeyondwhichthevillageofMarlottstood.Itwasonlythenthatherstillfaceshowedtheleastemotion,atearortwobeginningtotrickledown.

           “Whatareyoucryingfor?”hecoldlyasked.

           “IwasonlythinkingthatIwasbornoverthere,”murmuredTess.

           “Wellwemustallbebornsomewhere.”

           “IwishIhadneverbeenbornthereoranywhereelse!”

           “Pooh!Well,ifyoudidn’twishtocometoTrantridgewhydidyoucome?”

           Shedidnotreply.

           “Youdidn’tcomeforloveofme,thatI’llswear.”

           “’Tisquitetrue.IfIhadgoneforloveo’you,ifIhadeversincerelylovedyou,ifIlovedyoustill,IshouldnotsoloatheandhatemyselfformyweaknessasIdonow!...Myeyesweredazedbyyouforalittle,andthatwasall.”

           Heshruggedhisshoulders.

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