Alec d'Urberville:
I always go down hill at a gallop. You can't beat it for stirring the blood.
Tess:
But, perhaps, you needn't do so again.
Alec d'Urberville:
Perhaps, not. It all depends. One little kiss on those ruby lips or even on that satin cheek and I'd drive at a snails pace. Word of honor!
Tess:
But, I don't want to be kissed, sir! Stop! Stop! I beg you! Very well, do as you wish. I don't mind. But, I thought you'd protect me, being a kinsman.
Alec d'Urberville:
Kinsman be hanged.
[kisses Tess]
Alec d'Urberville:
You're mighty sensitive for a village lass.
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