Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 21

           Iwouldjustmarry‘nto-morrow!”

           “SowouldI—andmore,”murmuredIzzHuett.

           “AndItoo,”whisperedthemoretimidRetty.

           Thelistenergrewwarm.

           “Wecan’tallmarryhim,”saidIzz.

           “Weshan’t,eitherofus;whichisworsestill,”saidtheeldest.“Thereheisagain!”

           Theyallthreeblewhimasilentkiss.

           “Why?”askedRettyquickly.

           “BecausehelikesTessDurbeyfieldbest,”saidMarian,loweringhervoice.“Ihavewatchedhimeveryday,andhavefounditout.”

           Therewasareflectivesilence.

           “Butshedon’tcareanythingfor‘n?”atlengthbreathedRetty.

           “WellIsometimesthinkthattoo.”

           “Buthowsillyallthisis!”saidIzzHuettimpatiently.“Ofcoursehewon’tmarryanyoneofus,orTesseitheragentleman’sson,who’sgoingtobeagreatlandownerandfarmerabroad!Morelikelytoaskustocomewi’enasfarm-handsatsomuchayear!”

           Onesighed,andanothersighed,andMarian’splumpfiguresighedbiggestofall.Somebodyinbedhardbysighedtoo.TearscameintotheeyesofRettyPriddle,theprettyred-hairedyoungestthelastbudoftheParidelles,soimportantinthecountyannals.Theywatchedsilentlyalittlelonger,theirthreefacesstillclosetogetherasbefore,andthetriplehuesoftheirhairmingling.ButtheunconsciousMrClarehadgoneindoors,andtheysawhimnomore;and,theshadesbeginningtodeepen,theycreptintotheirbeds.Inafewminutestheyheardhimascendtheladdertohisownroom.

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