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Her
affection
for
him
was
now
the
breath
and
life
of
Tess
’
s
being
;
it
enveloped
her
as
a
photosphere
,
irradiated
her
into
forgetfulness
of
her
past
sorrows
,
keeping
back
the
gloomy
spectres
that
would
persist
in
their
attempts
to
touch
her
—
doubt
,
fear
,
moodiness
,
care
,
shame
.
She
knew
that
they
were
waiting
like
wolves
just
outside
the
circumscribing
light
,
but
she
had
long
spells
of
power
to
keep
them
in
hungry
subjection
there
.
A
spiritual
forgetfulness
co
-
existed
with
an
intellectual
remembrance
.
She
walked
in
brightness
,
but
she
knew
that
in
the
background
those
shapes
of
darkness
were
always
spread
.
They
might
be
receding
,
or
they
might
be
approaching
,
one
or
the
other
,
a
little
every
day
.
One
evening
Tess
and
Clare
were
obliged
to
sit
indoors
keeping
house
,
all
the
other
occupants
of
the
domicile
being
away
.
As
they
talked
she
looked
thoughtfully
up
at
him
,
and
met
his
two
appreciative
eyes
.
“
I
am
not
worthy
of
you
—
no
,
I
am
not
!
”
she
burst
out
,
jumping
up
from
her
low
stool
as
though
appalled
at
his
homage
,
and
the
fulness
of
her
own
joy
thereat
.
Clare
,
deeming
the
whole
basis
of
her
excitement
to
be
that
which
was
only
the
smaller
part
of
it
,
said
—
“
I
won
’
t
have
you
speak
like
it
,
dear
Tess
!
Distinction
does
not
consist
in
the
facile
use
of
a
contemptible
set
of
conventions
,
but
in
being
numbered
among
those
who
are
true
,
and
honest
,
and
just
,
and
pure
,
and
lovely
,
and
of
good
report
—
as
you
are
,
my
Tess
.
”
She
struggled
with
the
sob
in
her
throat
.
How
often
had
that
string
of
excellences
made
her
young
heart
ache
in
church
of
late
years
,
and
how
strange
that
he
should
have
cited
them
now
.
“
Why
didn
’
t
you
stay
and
love
me
when
I
—
was
sixteen
;
living
with
my
little
sisters
and
brothers
,
and
you
danced
on
the
green
?
O
,
why
didn
’
t
you
,
why
didn
’
t
you
!
”
she
said
,
impetuously
clasping
her
hands
.
Angel
began
to
comfort
and
reassure
her
,
thinking
to
himself
,
truly
enough
,
what
a
creature
of
moods
she
was
,
and
how
careful
he
would
have
to
be
of
her
when
she
depended
for
her
happiness
entirely
on
him
.
