Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 34

           

           Thesunwassolowonthatshortlastafternoonoftheyearthatitshoneinthroughasmallopeningandformedagoldenstaffwhichstretchedacrosstoherskirt,whereitmadeaspotlikeapaint-marksetuponher.Theywentintotheancientparlourtotea,andheretheysharedtheirfirstcommonmealalone.Suchwastheirchildishness,orratherhis,thathefounditinterestingtousethesamebread-and-butterplateasherself,andtobrushcrumbsfromherlipswithhisown.Hewonderedalittlethatshedidnotenterintothesefrivolitieswithhisownzest.

           Lookingathersilentlyforalongtime;“SheisadeardearTess,”hethoughttohimself,asonedecidingonthetrueconstructionofadifficultpassage.“DoIrealizesolemnlyenoughhowutterlyandirretrievablythislittlewomanlythingisthecreatureofmygoodorbadfaithandfortune?Ithinknot.IthinkIcouldnot,unlessIwereawomanmyself.WhatIaminworldlyestate,sheis.WhatIbecome,shemustbecome.WhatIcannotbe,shecannotbe.AndshallIeverneglecther,orhurther,orevenforgettoconsiderher?Godforbidsuchacrime!”

           Theysatonoverthetea-tablewaitingfortheirluggage,whichthedairymanhadpromisedtosendbeforeitgrewdark.Buteveningbegantoclosein,andtheluggagedidnotarrive,andtheyhadbroughtnothingmorethantheystoodin.Withthedepartureofthesunthecalmmoodofthewinterdaychanged.

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