Out of Context

Tess of the d’Urbervilles
Thomas Hardy

And by a sort of fascination the three girls, one after another, crept out of their beds, and came and stood barefooted round Tess. Retty put her hands upon Tess’s shoulders, as if to realize her friend’s corporeality after such a miracle, and the other two laid their arms round her waist, all looking into her face.

“How it do seem! Almost more than I can think of!” said Izz Huett.

Marian kissed Tess. “Yes,” she murmured as she withdrew her lips.

“Was that because of love for her, or because other lips have touched there by now?” continued Izz drily to Marian.

“I wasn’t thinking o’ that,” said Marian simply. “I was on’y feeling all the strangements o’t–that she is to be his wife, and nobody else. I don’t say nay to it, nor either of us, beause we did not think of it–only loved him. Still, nobody else is to marry’n in the world–no fine lady, nobody in silks and satins; but she who do live like we.”