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“
Yes
.
They
didn
’
t
know
where
you
were
.
It
was
only
by
chance
that
I
found
you
here
.
”
The
cold
moon
looked
aslant
upon
Tess
’
s
fagged
face
between
the
twigs
of
the
garden
-
hedge
as
she
paused
outside
the
cottage
which
was
her
temporary
home
,
d
’
Urberville
pausing
beside
her
.
“
Don
’
t
mention
my
little
brothers
and
sisters
—
don
’
t
make
me
break
down
quite
!
”
she
said
.
“
If
you
want
to
help
them
—
God
knows
they
need
it
—
do
it
without
telling
me
.
But
no
,
no
!
”
she
cried
.
“
I
will
take
nothing
from
you
,
either
for
them
or
for
me
!
”
He
did
not
accompany
her
further
,
since
,
as
she
lived
with
the
household
,
all
was
public
indoors
.
No
sooner
had
she
herself
entered
,
laved
herself
in
a
washing
-
tub
,
and
shared
supper
with
the
family
than
she
fell
into
thought
,
and
withdrawing
to
the
table
under
the
wall
,
by
the
light
of
her
own
little
lamp
wrote
in
a
passionate
mood
—
MY
OWN
HUSBAND
,
—
Let
me
call
you
so
—
I
must
—
even
if
it
makes
you
angry
to
think
of
such
an
unworthy
wife
as
I
.
I
must
cry
to
you
in
my
trouble
—
I
have
no
one
else
!
I
am
so
exposed
to
temptation
,
Angel
.
I
fear
to
say
who
it
is
,
and
I
do
not
like
to
write
about
it
at
all
.
But
I
cling
to
you
in
a
way
you
cannot
think
!
Can
you
not
come
to
me
now
,
at
once
,
before
anything
terrible
happens
?
O
,
I
know
you
cannot
,
because
you
are
so
far
away
!
I
think
I
must
die
if
you
do
not
come
soon
,
or
tell
me
to
come
to
you
.
The
punishment
you
have
measured
out
to
me
is
deserved
—
I
do
know
that
—
well
deserved
—
and
you
are
right
and
just
to
be
angry
with
me
.
But
,
Angel
,
please
,
please
,
not
to
be
just
—
only
a
little
kind
to
me
,
even
if
I
do
not
deserve
it
,
and
come
to
me
!
If
you
would
come
,
I
could
die
in
your
arms
!
I
would
be
well
content
to
do
that
if
so
be
you
had
forgiven
me
!
Angel
,
I
live
entirely
for
you
.
I
love
you
too
much
to
blame
you
for
going
away
,
and
I
know
it
was
necessary
you
should
find
a
farm
.
Do
not
think
I
shall
say
a
word
of
sting
or
bitterness
.
Only
come
back
to
me
.
I
am
desolate
without
you
,
my
darling
,
O
,
so
desolate
!
I
do
not
mind
having
to
work
:
but
if
you
will
send
me
one
little
line
,
and
say
,
“
I
AM
COMING
SOON
,
”
I
will
bide
on
,
Angel
—
O
,
so
cheerfully
!
It
has
been
so
much
my
religion
ever
since
we
were
married
to
be
faithful
to
you
in
every
thought
and
look
,
that
even
when
a
man
speaks
a
compliment
to
me
before
I
am
aware
,
it
seems
wronging
you
.
Have
you
never
felt
one
little
bit
of
what
you
used
to
feel
when
we
were
at
the
dairy
?
If
you
have
,
how
can
you
keep
away
from
me
?
I
am
the
same
women
,
Angel
,
as
you
fell
in
love
with
;
yes
,
the
very
same
!
—
not
the
one
you
disliked
but
never
saw
.
What
was
the
past
to
me
as
soon
as
I
met
you
?
It
was
a
dead
thing
altogether
.
I
became
another
woman
,
filled
full
of
new
life
from
you
.
How
could
I
be
the
early
one
?
Why
do
you
not
see
this
?
Dear
,
if
you
would
only
be
a
little
more
conceited
,
and
believe
in
yourself
so
far
as
to
see
that
you
were
strong
enough
to
work
this
change
in
me
,
you
would
perhaps
be
in
a
mind
to
come
to
me
,
your
poor
wife
.
How
silly
I
was
in
my
happiness
when
I
thought
I
could
trust
you
always
to
love
me
!
I
ought
to
have
known
that
such
as
that
was
not
for
poor
me
.
But
I
am
sick
at
heart
,
not
only
for
old
times
,
but
for
the
present
.
Think
—
think
how
it
do
hurt
my
heart
not
to
see
you
ever
—
ever
!
Ah
,
if
I
could
only
make
your
dear
heart
ache
one
little
minute
of
each
day
as
mine
does
every
day
and
all
day
long
,
it
might
lead
you
to
show
pity
to
your
poor
lonely
one
.
