The British Are Coming

No; I shall walk.' ¡¡¡¡`'Tis five or six miles yet to Trantridge.' ¡¡¡¡`I don't care if 'tis dozens. Besides, the cart is behind.' ¡¡¡¡`You artful hussy! Now, tell me - didn't you make that hat blow off on purpose? I'll swear you did!' ¡¡¡¡Her strategic silence confirmed his suspicion. ¡¡¡¡Then d'Urberville cursed and swore at her, and called her everything he could think of for the trick. Turning the horse suddenly he tried to drive back upon her, and so hem her in between the gig and the hedge. But he could not do this short of injuring her. ¡¡¡¡`You ought to be ashamed of yourself for using such wicked words!' cried Tess with spirit, from the top of the hedge into which she had scrambled. `I don't like 'ee at all! I hate and detest you! I'll go back to mother, I will!' ¡¡¡¡D'Urberville's bad temper cleared up at sight of hers; and he laughed heartily. ¡¡¡¡`Well, I like you all the better,' he said. `Come, let there be peace. I'll never do it any more against your will. My life upon it now!'