Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 36

           Throbbinglyaliveasshewasstill,underthestressofhermentalgriefthelifebeatsobrokenly,thatalittlefurtherpulluponitwouldcauserealillness,dullhercharacteristiceyes,andmakehermouththin.

           Shelookedabsolutelypure.Nature,inherfantastictrickery,hadsetsuchasealofmaidenhooduponTess’scountenancethathegazedatherwithastupefiedair.

           “Tess!Sayitisnottrue!No,itisnottrue!”

           “Itistrue.”

           “Everyword?”

           “Everyword.”

           Helookedatherimploringly,asifhewouldwillinglyhavetakenaliefromherlips,knowingittobeone,andhavemadeofit,bysomesortofsophistry,avaliddenial.However,sheonlyrepeated

           “Itistrue.”

           “Isheliving?”Angelthenasked.

           “Thebabydied.”

           “Buttheman?”

           “Heisalive.”

           AlastdespairpassedoverClare’sface.

           “IsheinEngland?”

           “Yes.”

           Hetookafewvaguesteps.

           “Mypositionisthis,”hesaidabruptly.“Ithoughtanymanwouldhavethoughtthatbygivingupallambitiontowinawifewithsocialstanding,withfortune,withknowledgeoftheworld,IshouldsecurerusticinnocenceassurelyasIshouldsecurepinkcheeks;butHowever,Iamnomantoreproachyou,andIwillnot.”

           Tessfelthispositionsoentirelythattheremainderhadnotbeenneeded.Thereinlayjustthedistressofit;shesawthathehadlostallround.

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