I used to be quite up in that scene of Milton's when I was
theological. Some of it goes--
"'Empress, the way is ready, and not long,
Beyond a row of myrtles...
... If thou accept
My conduct, I can bring thee thither soon.'
'Lead then,' said Eve.
"And so on. My dear Tess, I am only putting this to you as a thing
that you might have supposed or said quite untruly, because you think
so badly of me."
"I never said you were Satan, or thought it. I don't think of you in
that way at all. My thoughts of you are quite cold, except when you
affront me. What, did you come digging here entirely because of me?"
"Entirely. To see you; nothing more. The smockfrock, which I
saw hanging for sale as I came along, was an afterthought, that I
mightn't be noticed. I come to protest against your working like
this."
"But I like doing it--it is for my father."
"Your engagement at the other place is ended?"
"Yes."
"Where are you going to next? To join your dear husband?"
She could not bear the humiliating reminder.
"O--I don't know!" she said bitterly. "I have no husband!"
"It is quite true--in the sense you mean. But you have a friend, and
I have determined that you shall be comfortable in spite of yourself.
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