Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 18

           OftheseboystheaforesaidAngel,thechildofhisoldage,wastheonlysonwhohadnottakenaUniversitydegree,thoughhewasthesingleoneofthemwhoseearlypromisemighthavedonefulljusticetoanacademicaltraining.

           SometwoorthreeyearsbeforeAngel’sappearanceattheMarlottdance,onadaywhenhehadleftschoolandwaspursuinghisstudiesathome,aparcelcametotheVicaragefromthelocalbookseller’s,directedtotheReverendJamesClare.TheVicarhavingopeneditandfoundittocontainabook,readafewpages;whereuponhejumpedupfromhisseatandwentstraighttotheshopwiththebookunderhisarm.

           “Whyhasthisbeensenttomyhouse?”heaskedperemptorily,holdingupthevolume.

           “Itwasordered,sir.”

           “Notbyme,oranyonebelongingtome,Iamhappytosay.”

           Theshopkeeperlookedintohisorder-book.

           “Oh,ithasbeenmisdirected,sir,”hesaid.“ItwasorderedbyMrAngelClare,andshouldhavebeensenttohim.”

           MrClarewincedasifhehadbeenstruck.Hewenthomepaleanddejected,andcalledAngelintohisstudy.

           “Lookintothisbook,myboy,”hesaid.“Whatdoyouknowaboutit?”

           “Iorderedit,”saidAngelsimply.

           “Whatfor?”

           “Toread.”“Howcanyouthinkofreadingit?”

           “HowcanI?Whyitisasystemofphilosophy.Thereisnomoremoral,orevenreligious,workpublished.”

           “Yesmoralenough;Idon’tdenythat.

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