Тесс з роду д’Ербервілей

Chapter 58

           Thedawnshonefullonthefrontofthemanwestward,andClarecoulddiscernfromthisthathewastall,andwalkedasiftrained.Theyallclosedinwithevidentpurpose.Herstorythenwastrue!Springingtohisfeet,helookedaroundforaweapon,loosestone,meansofescape,anything.Bythistimethenearestmanwasuponhim.

           “Itisnouse,sir,”hesaid.“TherearesixteenofusonthePlain,andthewholecountryisreared.”

           “Letherfinishhersleep!”heimploredinawhisperofthemenastheygatheredround.

           Whentheysawwhereshelay,whichtheyhadnotdonetillthen,theyshowednoobjection,andstoodwatchingher,asstillasthepillarsaround.Hewenttothestoneandbentoverher,holdingonepoorlittlehand;herbreathingnowwasquickandsmall,likethatofalessercreaturethanawoman.Allwaitedinthegrowinglight,theirfacesandhandsasiftheyweresilvered,theremainderoftheirfiguresdark,thestonesglisteninggreen-gray,thePlainstillamassofshade.Soonthelightwasstrong,andarayshoneuponherunconsciousform,peeringunderhereyelidsandwakingher.

           “Whatisit,Angel?”shesaid,startingup.“Havetheycomeforme?”

           “Yes,dearest,”hesaid.“Theyhavecome.”

           “Itisasitshouldbe,”shemurmured.“Angel,Iamalmostgladyes,glad!Thishappinesscouldnothavelasted.Itwastoomuch.Ihavehadenough;andnowIshallnotliveforyoutodespiseme!”

           Shestoodup,shookherself,andwentforward,neitherofthemenhavingmoved.

           “Iamready,”shesaidquietly.

           

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