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¡¡¡¡Having finished his text he picked up her basket, and she mechanically resumed her walk beside him. ¡¡¡¡`Do you believe what you paint?' she asked in low tones. ¡¡¡¡`Believe that tex? Do I believe in my own existence!' ¡¡¡¡`But,' said she tremulously, `suppose your sin was not of your seeking?' ¡¡¡¡He shook his head. ¡¡¡¡`I cannot split hairs on that burning query,' he said. `I have walked hundreds of miles this past summer, painting these texes on every wall, gate, and stile in the length and breadth of this district. I leave their application to the hearts of the people who read 'em.' think they are horrible,' said Tess. `Crushing! killing!' ¡¡¡¡`That's what they are meant to be!' he replied in a trade voice. `But you should read my hottest ones - them I kips for slums and seaports. They'd make ye wriggle! Not but what this is a very good tex for rural districts... Ah - there's a nice bit of blank wall up by that barn standing to waste. I must put one there - one that it will be good for dangerous young females like yerself to heed. Will ye wait, missy?'