Now look here,
Tess, I know what men are, and, bearing in mind the _grounds_ of
your separation, I am quite positive he will never make it up with
you. Now, though I have been your enemy, I am your friend, even
if you won't believe it. Come to this cottage of mine. We'll get
up a regular colony of fowls, and your mother can attend to them
excellently; and the children can go to school."
Tess breathed more and more quickly, and at length she said--
"How do I know that you would do all this? Your views may
change--and then--we should be--my mother would be--homeless
again."
"O no--no. I would guarantee you against such as that in writing, if
necessary. Think it over."
Tess shook her head. But d'Urberville persisted; she had seldom seen
him so determined; he would not take a negative.
"Please just tell your mother," he said, in emphatic tones. "It is
her business to judge--not yours. I shall get the house swept out
and whitened to-morrow morning, and fires lit; and it will be dry by
the evening, so that you can come straight there. Now mind, I shall
expect you."
Tess again shook her head, her throat swelling with complicated
emotion. She could not look up at d'Urberville.
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