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Having
nothing
more
to
fear
,
having
scarce
anything
to
hope
,
for
that
he
would
relent
there
seemed
no
promise
whatever
,
she
lay
down
dully
.
When
sorrow
ceases
to
be
speculative
sleep
sees
her
opportunity
.
Among
so
many
happier
moods
which
forbid
repose
this
was
a
mood
which
welcomed
it
,
and
in
a
few
minutes
the
lonely
Tess
forgot
existence
,
surrounded
by
the
aromatic
stillness
of
the
chamber
that
had
once
,
possibly
,
been
the
bride
-
chamber
of
her
own
ancestry
.
Later
on
that
night
Clare
also
retraced
his
steps
to
the
house
.
Entering
softly
to
the
sitting
-
room
he
obtained
a
light
,
and
with
the
manner
of
one
who
had
considered
his
course
he
spread
his
rugs
upon
the
old
horse
-
hair
sofa
which
stood
there
,
and
roughly
shaped
it
to
a
sleeping
-
couch
.
Before
lying
down
he
crept
shoeless
upstairs
,
and
listened
at
the
door
of
her
apartment
.
Her
measured
breathing
told
that
she
was
sleeping
profoundly
.
“
Thank
God
!
”
murmured
Clare
;
and
yet
he
was
conscious
of
a
pang
of
bitterness
at
the
thought
—
approximately
true
,
though
not
wholly
so
—
that
having
shifted
the
burden
of
her
life
to
his
shoulders
she
was
now
reposing
without
care
.
He
turned
away
to
descend
;
then
,
irresolute
,
faced
round
to
her
door
again
.
In
the
act
he
caught
sight
of
one
of
the
d
’
Urberville
dames
,
whose
portrait
was
immediately
over
the
entrance
to
Tess
’
s
bedchamber
.
In
the
candlelight
the
painting
was
more
than
unpleasant
.
Sinister
design
lurked
in
the
woman
’
s
features
,
a
concentrated
purpose
of
revenge
on
the
other
sex
—
so
it
seemed
to
him
then
The
Caroline
bodice
of
the
portrait
was
low
—
precisely
as
Tess
’
s
had
been
when
he
tucked
it
in
to
show
the
necklace
;
and
again
he
experienced
the
distressing
sensation
of
a
resemblance
between
them
.
The
check
was
sufficient
.
He
resumed
his
retreat
and
descended
.
His
air
remained
calm
and
cold
,
his
small
compressed
mouth
indexing
his
powers
of
self
-
control
;
his
face
wearing
still
that
terrible
sterile
expression
which
had
spread
thereon
since
her
disclosure
.
It
was
the
face
of
a
man
who
was
no
longer
passion
’
s
slave
,
yet
who
found
no
advantage
in
his
enfranchisement
.
He
was
simply
regarding
the
harrowing
contingencies
of
human
experience
,
the
unexpectedness
of
things
.
Nothing
so
pure
,
so
sweet
,
so
virginal
as
Tess
had
seemed
possible
all
the
long
while
that
he
had
adored
her
,
up
to
an
hour
ago
;
but
The
little
less
,
and
what
worlds
away
!
He
argued
erroneously
when
he
said
to
himself
that
her
heart
was
not
indexed
in
the
honest
freshness
of
her
face
;
but
Tess
had
no
advocate
to
set
him
right
.
Could
it
be
possible
,
he
continued
,
that
eyes
which
as
they
gazed
never
expressed
any
divergence
from
what
the
tongue
was
telling
,
were
yet
ever
seeing
another
world
behind
her
ostensible
one
,
discordant
and
contrasting
?
He
reclined
on
his
couch
in
the
sitting
-
room
,
and
extinguished
the
light
.
The
night
came
in
,
and
took
up
its
place
there
,
unconcerned
and
indifferent
;
the
night
which
had
already
swallowed
up
his
happiness
,
and
was
now
digesting
it
listlessly
;
and
was
ready
to
swallow
up
the
happiness
of
a
thousand
other
people
with
as
little
disturbance
or
change
of
mien
.
