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She
broke
into
sobs
,
and
turned
her
back
to
him
.
It
would
almost
have
won
round
any
man
but
Angel
Clare
.
Within
the
remote
depths
of
his
constitution
,
so
gentle
and
affectionate
as
he
was
in
general
,
there
lay
hidden
a
hard
logical
deposit
,
like
a
vein
of
metal
in
a
soft
loam
,
which
turned
the
edge
of
everything
that
attempted
to
traverse
it
.
It
had
blocked
his
acceptance
of
the
Church
;
it
blocked
his
acceptance
of
Tess
.
Moreover
,
his
affection
itself
was
less
fire
than
radiance
,
and
,
with
regard
to
the
other
sex
,
when
he
ceased
to
believe
he
ceased
to
follow
:
contrasting
in
this
with
many
impressionable
natures
,
who
remain
sensuously
infatuated
with
what
they
intellectually
despise
.
He
waited
till
her
sobbing
ceased
.
“
I
wish
half
the
women
in
England
were
as
respectable
as
you
,
”
he
said
,
in
an
ebullition
of
bitterness
against
womankind
in
general
.
“
It
isn
’
t
a
question
of
respectability
,
but
one
of
principle
!
”
He
spoke
such
things
as
these
and
more
of
a
kindred
sort
to
her
,
being
still
swayed
by
the
antipathetic
wave
which
warps
direct
souls
with
such
persistence
when
once
their
vision
finds
itself
mocked
by
appearances
.
There
was
,
it
is
true
,
underneath
,
a
back
current
of
sympathy
through
which
a
woman
of
the
world
might
have
conquered
him
.
But
Tess
did
not
think
of
this
;
she
took
everything
as
her
deserts
,
and
hardly
opened
her
mouth
.
The
firmness
of
her
devotion
to
him
was
indeed
almost
pitiful
;
quick
-
tempered
as
she
naturally
was
,
nothing
that
he
could
say
made
her
unseemly
;
she
sought
not
her
own
;
was
not
provoked
;
thought
no
evil
of
his
treatment
of
her
.
She
might
just
now
have
been
Apostolic
Charity
herself
returned
to
a
self
-
seeking
modern
world
.
This
evening
,
night
,
and
morning
were
passed
precisely
as
the
preceding
ones
had
been
passed
.
On
one
,
and
only
one
,
occasion
did
she
—
the
formerly
free
and
independent
Tess
—
venture
to
make
any
advances
.
It
was
on
the
third
occasion
of
his
starting
after
a
meal
to
go
out
to
the
flour
-
mill
.
As
he
was
leaving
the
table
he
said
“
Goodbye
,
”
and
she
replied
in
the
same
words
,
at
the
same
time
inclining
her
mouth
in
the
way
of
his
.
He
did
not
avail
himself
of
the
invitation
,
saying
,
as
he
turned
hastily
aside
—
“
I
shall
be
home
punctually
.
”
Tess
shrank
into
herself
as
if
she
had
been
struck
.
Often
enough
had
he
tried
to
reach
those
lips
against
her
consent
—
often
had
he
said
gaily
that
her
mouth
and
breath
tasted
of
the
butter
and
eggs
and
milk
and
honey
on
which
she
mainly
lived
,
that
he
drew
sustenance
from
them
,
and
other
follies
of
that
sort
.
But
he
did
not
care
for
them
now
.
He
observed
her
sudden
shrinking
,
and
said
gently
—
“
You
know
,
I
have
to
think
of
a
course
.
It
was
imperative
that
we
should
stay
together
a
little
while
,
to
avoid
the
scandal
to
you
that
would
have
resulted
from
our
immediate
parting
.
But
you
must
see
it
is
only
for
form
’
s
sake
.
”
“
Yes
,
”
said
Tess
absently
.
He
went
out
,
and
on
his
way
to
the
mill
stood
still
,
and
wished
for
a
moment
that
he
had
responded
yet
more
kindly
,
and
kissed
her
once
at
least
.
