I saw that
before you
did.” She
was seeing
it then.To
decline to
marry him
after
all—in
obedience
to her
emotion of
last
night—and
leave the
dairy,
meant to
go to some
strange
place, not
a dairy;
for
milkmaids
we re not
in re
quest now
c
alving-time
was coming
on; to go
to some
arable
farm where
no divine
being like
Angel
Clare
was.She
hated the
thought,
and she
hated
more.the
thought of
going
home. “So
that, ser
iously,
dearest T
ess”he
