She had, in fact, undone the
kiss, as far as such a thing was physically possible. With a dim
sense that he was vexed she looked steadily ahead as they trotted on
near Melbury Down and Wingreen, till she saw, to her consternation,
that there was yet another descent to be undergone.
"You shall be made sorry for that!" he resumed, his injured tone
still remaining, as he flourished the whip anew. "Unless, that is,
you agree willingly to let me do it again, and no handkerchief."
She sighed. "Very well, sir!" she said. "Oh--let me get my hat!"
At the moment of speaking her hat had blown off into the road, their
present speed on the upland being by no means slow. D'Urberville
pulled up, and said he would get it for her, but Tess was down on the
other side.
She turned back and picked up the article.
"You look prettier with it off, upon my soul, if that's possible," he
said, contemplating her over the back of the vehicle. "Now then, up
again! What's the matter?"
The hat was in place and tied, but Tess had not stepped forward.
"No, sir," she said, revealing the red and ivory of her mouth as her
eye lit in defiant triumph; "not again, if I know it!"
"What--you won't get up beside me?"
"No; I shall walk.
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