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The
impulse
stirred
in
her
,
yet
she
dared
not
indulge
it
,
to
make
a
movement
that
would
have
precipitated
them
both
into
the
gulf
.
How
she
valued
her
own
life
had
been
proved
;
but
his
—
she
had
no
right
to
tamper
with
it
.
He
reached
the
other
side
with
her
in
safety
.
Here
they
were
within
a
plantation
which
formed
the
Abbey
grounds
,
and
taking
a
new
hold
of
her
he
went
onward
a
few
steps
till
they
reached
the
ruined
choir
of
the
Abbey
-
church
.
Against
the
north
wall
was
the
empty
stone
coffin
of
an
abbot
,
in
which
every
tourist
with
a
turn
for
grim
humour
was
accustomed
to
stretch
himself
.
In
this
Clare
carefully
laid
Tess
.
Having
kissed
her
lips
a
second
time
he
breathed
deeply
,
as
if
a
greatly
desired
end
were
attained
.
Clare
then
lay
down
on
the
ground
alongside
,
when
he
immediately
fell
into
the
deep
dead
slumber
of
exhaustion
,
and
remained
motionless
as
a
log
.
The
spurt
of
mental
excitement
which
had
produced
the
effort
was
now
over
.
Tess
sat
up
in
the
coffin
.
The
night
,
though
dry
and
mild
for
the
season
,
was
more
than
sufficiently
cold
to
make
it
dangerous
for
him
to
remain
here
long
,
in
his
half
-
clothed
state
.
If
he
were
left
to
himself
he
would
in
all
probability
stay
there
till
the
morning
,
and
be
chilled
to
certain
death
.
She
had
heard
of
such
deaths
after
sleep
-
walking
.
But
how
could
she
dare
to
awaken
him
,
and
let
him
know
what
he
had
been
doing
,
when
it
would
mortify
him
to
discover
his
folly
in
respect
of
her
?
Tess
,
however
,
stepping
out
of
her
stone
confine
,
shook
him
slightly
,
but
was
unable
to
arouse
him
without
being
violent
.
It
was
indispensable
to
do
something
,
for
she
was
beginning
to
shiver
,
the
sheet
being
but
a
poor
protection
.
Her
excitement
had
in
a
measure
kept
her
warm
during
the
few
minutes
’
adventure
;
but
that
beatific
interval
was
over
.
It
suddenly
occurred
to
her
to
try
persuasion
;
and
accordingly
she
whispered
in
his
ear
,
with
as
much
firmness
and
decision
as
she
could
summon
—
“
Let
us
walk
on
,
darling
,
”
at
the
same
time
taking
him
suggestively
by
the
arm
.
To
her
relief
,
he
unresistingly
acquiesced
;
her
words
had
apparently
thrown
him
back
into
his
dream
,
which
thenceforward
seemed
to
enter
on
a
new
phase
,
wherein
he
fancied
she
had
risen
as
a
spirit
,
and
was
leading
him
to
Heaven
.
Thus
she
conducted
him
by
the
arm
to
the
stone
bridge
in
front
of
their
residence
,
crossing
which
they
stood
at
the
manor
-
house
door
.
Tess
’
s
feet
were
quite
bare
,
and
the
stones
hurt
her
,
and
chilled
her
to
the
bone
;
but
Clare
was
in
his
woollen
stockings
,
and
appeared
to
feel
no
discomfort
.
There
was
no
further
difficulty
.
She
induced
him
to
lie
down
on
his
own
sofa
bed
,
and
covered
him
up
warmly
,
lighting
a
temporary
fire
of
wood
,
to
dry
any
dampness
out
of
him
.
The
noise
of
these
attentions
she
thought
might
awaken
him
,
and
secretly
wished
that
they
might
.
But
the
exhaustion
of
his
mind
and
body
was
such
that
he
remained
undisturbed
.
As
soon
as
they
met
the
next
morning
Tess
divined
that
Angel
knew
little
or
nothing
of
how
far
she
had
been
concerned
in
the
night
’
s
excursion
,
though
,
as
regarded
himself
,
he
may
have
been
aware
that
he
had
not
lain
still
.
In
truth
,
he
had
awakened
that
morning
from
a
sleep
deep
as
annihilation
;
and
during
those
first
few
moments
in
which
the
brain
,
like
a
Samson
shaking
himself
,
is
trying
its
strength
,
he
had
some
dim
notion
of
an
unusual
nocturnal
proceeding
.
But
the
realities
of
his
situation
soon
displaced
conjecture
on
the
other
subject
.
He
waited
in
expectancy
to
discern
some
mental
pointing
;
he
knew
that
if
any
intention
of
his
,
concluded
over
-
night
,
did
not
vanish
in
the
light
of
morning
,
it
stood
on
a
basis
approximating
to
one
of
pure
reason
,
even
if
initiated
by
impulse
of
feeling
;
that
it
was
so
far
,
therefore
,
to
be
trusted
.
He
thus
beheld
in
the
pale
morning
light
the
resolve
to
separate
from
her
;
not
as
a
hot
and
indignant
instinct
,
but
denuded
of
the
passionateness
which
had
made
it
scorch
and
burn
;
standing
in
its
bones
;
nothing
but
a
skeleton
,
but
none
the
less
there
.
Clare
no
longer
hesitated
.
