his old passion for her had been revived; duty and desire ran hand-in-hand.
'Surely,' he began again, in more impassioned tones, and then looked round at the labourer who turned the slicer.
Tess, too, felt that the argument could not be ended there. Informing the man that a gentleman had come to see her, with whom she wished to walk a little way, she moved off with D'Urberville across the zebra-striped field. When they reached the first newly-ploughed section he held out his hand to help her over it; but she stepped forward on the summits of the earth-rolls as if she did not see him.
'You will not marry me, Tess, and make me a self-respecting man?' he repeated, as soon as they were over the furrows.
'I cannot.'
'But why?'
'You know I have no affection for you.'
'But you would get to feel that in time, perhaps—as soon as you really could forgive me?'
'Never!'
'Why so positive?'
