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Then the boy and the girl turned and faced each other The shanty rocked in the wind like the cradle of a child Thethe broken tin in hollow groans, shrieking now and then as a gust roared through it

For fully threeat the student He had saved her fro that ather an expression oftongue could not finish Untutored as she was, Tess had read the ht its dreadful longing and response Its doht Frederick Graves nearer to Tess in her rags It made them equal, even as all are equal in love--and in death In an instant the girl in the fish-tainted tatters was clasped close to his heart, the bright, beautiful face lifted to his Then ca of which blended two lives indissolubly together The paleness of death settled over the boy; the strong muscles of his shoulders stood out beneath the whiteness of his shirt sleeves, while his fingers pressed the red-brown head closer to hi the crimson richness in the squatter's face It was the one supreme passionatewind left her ears The cold night blasts driving through the ere as the faint breezes of a su candle lifted its flaolden halo Tessibel had experienced her first kiss The nature in her de fullness which would bring to her that which it brings to all loving women dominated by the passion born within them The blood of her race, her uneducated primeval race, rose and clamored for its own In her untutored youth she could have crushed the lad in her wild longing for such another kiss

Pantingly she drew herself from Frederick Why? Tess could never tell why! Myra's love for Ben Letts rushed over her overwhelly The "brat's" otten the blasting winter winds on the ragged rocks where Ben Letts had broken her arm