Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 8

           WithadimsensethathewasvexedshelookedsteadilyaheadastheytrottedonnearMelburyDownandWingreen,tillshesaw,toherconsternation,thattherewasyetanotherdescenttobeundergone.

           “Youshallbemadesorryforthat!”heresumed,hisinjuredtonestillremaining,asheflourishedthewhipanew.“Unless,thatis,youagreewillinglytoletmedoitagain,andnohandkerchief.”

           Shesighed.“Verywell,sir!”shesaid.“Ohletmegetmyhat!”

           Atthemomentofspeakingherhathadblownoffintotheroad,theirpresentspeedontheuplandbeingbynomeansslow.D’Urbervillepulledup,andsaidhewouldgetitforher,butTesswasdownontheotherside.

           Sheturnedbackandpickedupthearticle.

           “Youlookprettierwithitoff,uponmysoul,ifthat’spossible,”hesaid,contemplatingheroverthebackofthevehicle.“Nowthen,upagain!What’sthematter?”

           Thehatwasinplaceandtied,butTesshadnotsteppedforward.

           “No,sir,”shesaid,revealingtheredandivoryofhermouthashereyelitindefianttriumph;“notagain,ifIknowit!”

           “Whatyouwon’tgetupbesideme?”

           “No;Ishallwalk.”

           “’TisfiveorsixmilesyettoTrantridge.”

           “Idon’tcareif’tisdozens.Besides,thecartisbehind.”

           “Youartfulhussy!Now,tellmedidn’tyoumakethathatblowoffonpurpose?I’llswearyoudid!”

           Herstrategicsilenceconfirmedhissuspicion.

           Thend’Urbervillecursedandsworeather,andcalledhereverythinghecouldthinkofforthetrick.

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