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Clare
,
feeling
then
that
he
had
been
too
hasty
,
and
that
he
was
,
moreover
,
to
blame
for
leaving
her
standing
in
an
inn
-
passage
,
did
what
he
usually
did
in
such
cases
,
gave
the
man
five
shillings
to
plaster
the
blow
;
and
thus
they
parted
,
bidding
each
other
a
pacific
goodnight
.
As
soon
as
Clare
had
taken
the
reins
from
the
ostler
,
and
the
young
couple
had
driven
off
,
the
two
men
went
in
the
other
direction
.
“
And
was
it
a
mistake
?
”
said
the
second
one
.
“
Not
a
bit
of
it
.
But
I
didn
’
t
want
to
hurt
the
gentleman
’
s
feelings
—
not
I
.
”
In
the
meantime
the
lovers
were
driving
onward
.
“
Could
we
put
off
our
wedding
till
a
little
later
?
”
Tess
asked
in
a
dry
dull
voice
.
“
I
mean
if
we
wished
?
”
“
No
,
my
love
.
Calm
yourself
.
Do
you
mean
that
the
fellow
may
have
time
to
summon
me
for
assault
?
”
he
asked
good
-
humouredly
.
“
No
—
I
only
meant
—
if
it
should
have
to
be
put
off
.
”
What
she
meant
was
not
very
clear
,
and
he
directed
her
to
dismiss
such
fancies
from
her
mind
,
which
she
obediently
did
as
well
as
she
could
.
But
she
was
grave
,
very
grave
,
all
the
way
home
;
till
she
thought
,
“
We
shall
go
away
,
a
very
long
distance
,
hundreds
of
miles
from
these
parts
,
and
such
as
this
can
never
happen
again
,
and
no
ghost
of
the
past
reach
there
.
”
They
parted
tenderly
that
night
on
the
landing
,
and
Clare
ascended
to
his
attic
.
Tess
sat
up
getting
on
with
some
little
requisites
,
lest
the
few
remaining
days
should
not
afford
sufficient
times
.
While
she
sat
she
heard
a
noise
in
Angel
’
s
room
overhead
,
a
sound
of
thumping
and
struggling
.
Everybody
else
in
the
house
was
asleep
,
and
in
her
anxiety
lest
Clare
should
be
ill
she
ran
up
and
knocked
at
his
door
,
and
asked
him
what
was
the
matter
.
“
Oh
,
nothing
,
dear
,
”
he
said
from
within
.
“
I
am
so
sorry
I
disturbed
you
!
But
the
reason
is
rather
an
amusing
one
:
I
fell
asleep
and
dreamt
that
I
was
fighting
that
fellow
again
who
insulted
you
and
the
noise
you
heard
was
my
pummelling
away
with
my
fists
at
my
portmanteau
,
which
I
pulled
out
today
for
packing
.
I
am
occasionally
liable
to
these
freaks
in
my
sleep
.
Go
to
bed
and
think
of
it
no
more
.
