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Izz Huett!' said Marian. ¡¡¡¡A rosy spot came into the middle of Izz Huett's cheek. ¡¡¡¡`Well, there was no harm in it,' she declared, with attempted coolness. `And if I be in love wi'en, so is Retty, too; and so be you, Marian, come to that.' ¡¡¡¡Marian's full face could not blush past its chronic pinkness. ¡¡¡¡`I!' she said. `What a tale! Ah, there he is again! Dear eyes - dear face - dear Mr Clare!' ¡¡¡¡`There - you've owned it!' ¡¡¡¡`So have you - so have we all,' said Marian, with the dry frankness of complete indifference to opinion. `It is silly to pretend otherwise amongst ourselves, though we need not own it to other folks. I would just marry 'n to-morrow!' ¡¡¡¡`So would I - and more,' murmured Izz Huett. ¡¡¡¡`And I too,' whispered the more timid Retty. ¡¡¡¡The listener grew warm. ¡¡¡¡`We can't all marry him,' said Izz. ¡¡¡¡`We shan't, either of us; which is worse still,' said the eldest. `There he is again!' ¡¡¡¡They all three blew him a silent kiss. ¡¡¡¡`Why?' asked Retty quickly. ¡¡¡¡`Because he likes Tess Durbeyfield best,' said Marian, lowering her voice. `I have watched him every day, and have found it out.' ¡¡¡¡There was a reflective silence. ¡¡¡¡`But she don't care anything for 'n?' at length breathed Retty. ¡¡¡¡`Well - I sometimes think that too.'