'Never!'

'Why so positive?'

'I love somebody else.'

The words seemed to astonish him.

'You do?' he cried. 'Somebody else? But has not a sense of what is

morally right and proper any weight with you?'

'No, no, no--don't say that!'

'Anyhow, then, your love for this other man may be only a passing

feeling which you will overcome--'

'No--no.'

'Yes, yes! Why not?'

'I cannot tell you.'

'You must in honour!'

'Well then ... I have married him.'

'Ah!' he exclaimed; and he stopped dead and gazed at

her.

'I did not wish to tell--I did not mean to!' she pleaded. 'It is a

secret here, or at any rate but dimly known. So will you, PLEASE

will you, keep from questioning me? You must remember that we are

now strangers.'

'Strangers--are we? Strangers!'

For a moment a flash of his old irony marked his face; but he

determinedly chastened it down.

'Is that man your husband?' he asked mechanically, denoting by a sign

the labourer who turned the machine.

'That man!' she said proudly. 'I should think not!'

'Who, then?'

'Do not ask what I do not wish to tell!' she begged, and flashed her

appeal to him from her upturned face and lash-shadowed eyes.

D'Urberville was disturbed.

'But I only asked for your sake!' he retorted hotly. 'Angels of

heaven!--God forgive me for such an expression--I came here, I swear,

as I thought for your good. Tess--don't look at me so--I cannot

stand your looks! There never were such eyes, surely, before

Christianity or since! There--I won't lose my head; I dare not.

I own that the sight of you had waked up my love for you, which, I

believed, was extinguished with all such feelings. But I thought

that our marriage might be a sanctification for us both. 'The

unbelieving husband is sanctified by the wife, and the unbelieving

wife is sanctified by the husband,' I said to myself. But my plan

is dashed from me; and I must bear the disappointment!'

He moodily reflected with his eyes on the ground.

'Married. Married! ... Well, that being so,' he added, quite

calmly, tearing the licence slowly into halves and putting them in

his pocket; 'that being prevented, I should like to do some good to

you and your husband, whoever he may be. There are many questions

that I am tempted to ask, but I will not do so, of course, in

opposition to your wishes. Though, if I could know your husband, I

might more easily benefit him and you. Is he on this farm?'

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