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Her
perception
that
Angel
’
s
bearing
towards
her
still
remained
in
no
whit
altered
by
her
own
communication
rendered
Tess
guiltily
doubtful
if
he
could
have
received
it
.
She
rose
from
breakfast
before
he
had
finished
,
and
hastened
upstairs
.
It
had
occurred
to
her
to
look
once
more
into
the
queer
gaunt
room
which
had
been
Clare
’
s
den
,
or
rather
eyrie
,
for
so
long
,
and
climbing
the
ladder
she
stood
at
the
open
door
of
the
apartment
,
regarding
and
pondering
.
She
stooped
to
the
threshold
of
the
doorway
,
where
she
had
pushed
in
the
note
two
or
three
days
earlier
in
such
excitement
.
The
carpet
reached
close
to
the
sill
,
and
under
the
edge
of
the
carpet
she
discerned
the
faint
white
margin
of
the
envelope
containing
her
letter
to
him
,
which
he
obviously
had
never
seen
,
owing
to
her
having
in
her
haste
thrust
it
beneath
the
carpet
as
well
as
beneath
the
door
.
With
a
feeling
of
faintness
she
withdrew
the
letter
.
There
it
was
—
sealed
up
,
just
as
it
had
left
her
hands
.
The
mountain
had
not
yet
been
removed
.
She
could
not
let
him
read
it
now
,
the
house
being
in
full
bustle
of
preparation
;
and
descending
to
her
own
room
she
destroyed
the
letter
there
.
She
was
so
pale
when
he
saw
her
again
that
he
felt
quite
anxious
.
The
incident
of
the
misplaced
letter
she
had
jumped
at
as
if
it
prevented
a
confession
;
but
she
knew
in
her
conscience
that
it
need
not
;
there
was
still
time
.
Yet
everything
was
in
a
stir
;
there
was
coming
and
going
;
all
had
to
dress
,
the
dairyman
and
Mrs
Crick
having
been
asked
to
accompany
them
as
witnesses
;
and
reflection
or
deliberate
talk
was
well
-
nigh
impossible
.
The
only
minute
Tess
could
get
to
be
alone
with
Clare
was
when
they
met
upon
the
landing
.
“
I
am
so
anxious
to
talk
to
you
—
I
want
to
confess
all
my
faults
and
blunders
!
”
she
said
with
attempted
lightness
.
“
No
,
no
—
we
can
’
t
have
faults
talked
of
—
you
must
be
deemed
perfect
today
at
least
,
my
Sweet
!
”
he
cried
.
“
We
shall
have
plenty
of
time
,
hereafter
,
I
hope
,
to
talk
over
our
failings
.
I
will
confess
mine
at
the
same
time
.
”
“
But
it
would
be
better
for
me
to
do
it
now
,
I
think
,
so
that
you
could
not
say
—
”
“
Well
,
my
quixotic
one
,
you
shall
tell
me
anything
—
say
,
as
soon
as
we
are
settled
in
our
lodging
;
not
now
.
I
,
too
,
will
tell
you
my
faults
then
.
But
do
not
let
us
spoil
the
day
with
them
;
they
will
be
excellent
matter
for
a
dull
time
.
”
“
Then
you
don
’
t
wish
me
to
,
dearest
?
”
