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“
Well
,
I
have
betrayed
my
feeling
,
Tess
,
at
last
,
”
said
he
,
with
a
curious
sigh
of
desperation
,
signifying
unconsciously
that
his
heart
had
outrun
his
judgement
.
“
That
I
—
love
you
dearly
and
truly
I
need
not
say
.
But
I
—
it
shall
go
no
further
now
—
it
distresses
you
—
I
am
as
surprised
as
you
are
.
You
will
not
think
I
have
presumed
upon
your
defencelessness
—
been
too
quick
and
unreflecting
,
will
you
?
”
“
N
’
—
I
can
’
t
tell
.
”
He
had
allowed
her
to
free
herself
;
and
in
a
minute
or
two
the
milking
of
each
was
resumed
Nobody
had
beheld
the
gravitation
of
the
two
into
one
;
and
when
the
dairyman
came
round
by
that
screened
nook
a
few
minutes
later
there
was
not
a
sign
to
reveal
that
the
markedly
sundered
pair
were
more
to
each
other
than
mere
acquaintance
.
Yet
in
the
interval
since
Crick
’
s
last
view
of
them
something
had
occurred
which
changed
the
pivot
of
the
universe
for
their
two
natures
;
something
which
,
had
he
known
its
quality
,
the
dairyman
would
have
despised
,
as
a
practical
man
;
yet
which
was
based
upon
a
more
stubborn
and
resistless
tendency
than
a
whole
heap
of
so
-
called
practicalities
.
A
veil
had
been
whisked
aside
;
the
tract
of
each
one
’
s
outlook
was
to
have
a
new
horizon
thenceforward
—
for
a
short
time
or
for
a
long
.
Clare
,
restless
,
went
out
into
the
dusk
when
evening
drew
on
,
she
who
had
won
him
having
retired
to
her
chamber
.
The
night
was
as
sultry
as
the
day
.
There
was
no
coolness
after
dark
unless
on
the
grass
.
Roads
,
garden
-
paths
,
the
house
-
fronts
,
the
barton
-
walls
were
warm
as
hearths
,
and
reflected
the
noontime
temperature
into
the
noctambulist
’
s
face
.
He
sat
on
the
east
gate
of
the
dairy
-
yard
,
and
knew
not
what
to
think
of
himself
.
Feeling
had
indeed
smothered
judgement
that
day
.
Since
the
sudden
embrace
,
three
hours
before
,
the
twain
had
kept
apart
.
She
seemed
stilled
,
almost
alarmed
,
at
what
had
occurred
,
while
the
novelty
,
unpremeditation
,
mastery
of
circumstance
disquieted
him
—
palpitating
,
contemplative
being
that
he
was
.
He
could
hardly
realize
their
true
relations
to
each
other
as
yet
,
and
what
their
mutual
bearing
should
be
before
third
parties
thenceforward
.
Angel
had
come
as
pupil
to
this
dairy
in
the
idea
that
his
temporary
existence
here
was
to
be
the
merest
episode
in
his
life
,
soon
passed
through
and
early
forgotten
;
he
had
come
as
to
a
place
from
which
as
from
a
screened
alcove
he
could
calmly
view
the
absorbing
world
without
,
and
,
apostrophizing
it
with
Walt
Whitman
—
Crowds
of
men
and
women
attired
in
the
usual
costumes
,
