marry'n in
the
world—no
fine lady,
nobody in
silks and
satins; b
ut she who
do live
like we.”
“Are you
sure you
don't
dislike me
for
it?”said
Tess in a
low voice.
They hung
about her
in their
white n
ightgowns
before
replying,
as if th
ey
considered
their
answer
might lie
in her
look. “I
don't
know—I
don't
know,
”murmured
Retty
Priddle.“I
want to
hate'ee;
but I
cannot！”
“That's
how I
feel,
”echoed
Izz and
Marian.“I
