can't hate
her.
Somehow
she
hinders
me！” “He
ought to
marry one
of you,
”murmured
Tess.
“Why?”
“You are
all better
than I.”
“We better
than
you?”said
the girls
in a low,
slow
whisper.“No,
no, dear
Tess！”
“You
are！”she
contradicted
impetuously.And
suddenly
tearing
away from
their
clinging
arms she
burst into
a
hysterical
fit of
tears,
bowing
herself on
the chest
of drawers
and
repeating
incessantly,
“O yes,
yes, yes！”
Having
once given
