Meanwhile Alec d’Urberville was whipping his horse
and driving the carriage faster and faster downhill．
The trees rushed past at great speed．
Tess was feeling thoroughly frightened．
He took no notice when she asked him to slow down．
She cried out and held on to his arm in fear．
‘Don't touch my arm，hold on to my waist！’he shouted．
At the top of another hill he said，laughing，
‘Put your arms around me again，my beauty！’
‘Never！’said Tess independently．
‘Let me give you one little kiss，Tess，and I'll stop！’
cried Tess in despair．‘Oh， very well！’
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