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He
silenced
her
by
a
kiss
.
By
the
time
they
reached
home
she
was
contrite
and
spiritless
.
She
was
Mrs
Angel
Clare
,
indeed
,
but
had
she
any
moral
right
to
the
name
?
Was
she
not
more
truly
Mrs
Alexander
d
’
Urberville
?
Could
intensity
of
love
justify
what
might
be
considered
in
upright
souls
as
culpable
reticence
?
She
knew
not
what
was
expected
of
women
in
such
cases
;
and
she
had
no
counsellor
.
However
,
when
she
found
herself
alone
in
her
room
for
a
few
minutes
—
the
last
day
this
on
which
she
was
ever
to
enter
it
—
she
knelt
down
and
prayed
.
She
tried
to
pray
to
God
,
but
it
was
her
husband
who
really
had
her
supplication
.
Her
idolatry
of
this
man
was
such
that
she
herself
almost
feared
it
to
be
ill
-
omened
.
She
was
conscious
of
the
notion
expressed
by
Friar
Laurence
:
“
These
violent
delights
have
violent
ends
.
”
It
might
be
too
desperate
for
human
conditions
—
too
rank
,
to
wild
,
too
deadly
.
“
O
my
love
,
why
do
I
love
you
so
!
”
she
whispered
there
alone
;
“
for
she
you
love
is
not
my
real
self
,
but
one
in
my
image
;
the
one
I
might
have
been
!
”
Afternoon
came
,
and
with
it
the
hour
for
departure
.
They
had
decided
to
fulfil
the
plan
of
going
for
a
few
days
to
the
lodgings
in
the
old
farmhouse
near
Wellbridge
Mill
,
at
which
he
meant
to
reside
during
his
investigation
of
flour
processes
.
At
two
o
’
clock
there
was
nothing
left
to
do
but
to
start
.
All
the
servantry
of
the
dairy
were
standing
in
the
red
-
brick
entry
to
see
them
go
out
,
the
dairyman
and
his
wife
following
to
the
door
.
Tess
saw
her
three
chamber
-
mates
in
a
row
against
the
wall
,
pensively
inclining
their
heads
.
She
had
much
questioned
if
they
would
appear
at
the
parting
moment
;
but
there
they
were
,
stoical
and
staunch
to
the
last
.
She
knew
why
the
delicate
Retty
looked
to
fragile
,
and
Izz
so
tragically
sorrowful
and
Marian
so
blank
;
and
she
forgot
her
own
dogging
shadow
for
a
moment
in
contemplating
theirs
.
She
impulsively
whispered
to
him
—
“
Will
you
kiss
’
em
all
,
once
,
poor
things
,
for
the
first
and
last
time
?
”
Clare
had
not
the
least
objection
to
such
a
farewell
formality
—
which
was
all
that
it
was
to
him
—
and
as
he
passed
them
he
kissed
them
in
succession
where
they
stood
,
saying
“
Goodbye
”
to
each
as
he
did
so
.
When
they
reached
the
door
Tess
femininely
glanced
back
to
discern
the
effect
of
that
kiss
of
charity
;
there
was
no
triumph
in
her
glance
,
as
there
might
have
been
.
If
there
had
it
would
have
disappeared
when
she
saw
how
moved
the
girls
all
were
The
kiss
had
obviously
done
harm
by
awakening
feelings
they
were
trying
to
subdue
.
Of
all
this
Clare
was
unconscious
.
Passing
on
to
the
wicket
-
gate
he
shook
hands
with
the
dairyman
and
his
wife
,
and
expressed
his
last
thanks
to
them
for
their
attentions
;
after
which
there
was
a
moment
of
silence
before
they
had
moved
off
.
It
was
interrupted
by
the
crowing
of
a
cock
.
The
white
one
with
the
rose
comb
had
come
and
settled
on
the
palings
in
front
of
the
house
,
within
a
few
yards
of
them
,
and
his
notes
thrilled
their
ears
through
,
dwindling
away
like
echoes
down
a
valley
of
rocks
.
