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People
still
say
that
I
am
rather
pretty
,
Angel
(
handsome
is
the
word
they
use
,
since
I
wish
to
be
truthful
)
.
Perhaps
I
am
what
they
say
.
But
I
do
not
value
my
good
looks
;
I
only
like
to
have
them
because
they
belong
to
you
,
my
dear
,
and
that
there
may
be
at
least
one
thing
about
me
worth
your
having
.
So
much
have
I
felt
this
,
that
when
I
met
with
annoyance
on
account
of
the
same
I
tied
up
my
face
in
a
bandage
as
long
as
people
would
believe
in
it
.
O
Angel
,
I
tell
you
all
this
not
from
vanity
—
you
will
certainly
know
I
do
not
—
but
only
that
you
may
come
to
me
!
If
you
really
cannot
come
to
me
will
you
let
me
come
to
you
?
I
am
,
as
I
say
,
worried
,
pressed
to
do
what
I
will
not
do
.
It
cannot
be
that
I
shall
yield
one
inch
,
yet
I
am
in
terror
as
to
what
an
accident
might
lead
to
,
and
I
so
defenceless
on
account
of
my
first
error
.
I
cannot
say
more
about
this
—
it
makes
me
too
miserable
.
But
if
I
break
down
by
falling
into
some
fearful
snare
,
my
last
state
will
be
worse
than
my
first
O
God
,
I
cannot
think
of
it
!
Let
me
come
at
once
,
or
at
once
come
to
me
!
I
would
be
content
,
ay
,
glad
,
to
live
with
you
as
your
servant
,
if
I
may
not
as
your
wife
;
so
that
I
could
only
be
near
you
,
and
get
glimpses
of
you
,
and
think
of
you
as
mine
.
The
daylight
has
nothing
to
show
me
,
since
you
are
not
here
,
and
I
don
’
t
like
to
see
the
rooks
and
starlings
in
the
field
,
because
I
grieve
and
grieve
to
miss
you
who
used
to
see
them
with
me
.
I
long
for
only
one
thing
in
heaven
or
earth
or
under
the
earth
,
to
meet
you
,
my
own
dear
!
Come
to
me
—
come
to
me
,
and
save
me
from
what
threatens
me
!
—
Your
faithful
heartbroken
TESS
The
appeal
duly
found
its
way
to
the
breakfast
-
table
of
the
quiet
Vicarage
to
the
westward
,
in
that
valley
where
the
air
is
so
soft
and
the
soil
so
rich
that
the
effort
of
growth
requires
but
superficial
aid
by
comparison
with
the
tillage
at
Flintcomb
-
Ash
,
and
where
to
Tess
the
human
world
seemed
so
different
(
though
it
was
much
the
same
)
.
It
was
purely
for
security
that
she
had
been
requested
by
Angel
to
send
her
communications
through
his
father
,
whom
he
kept
pretty
well
informed
of
his
changing
addresses
in
the
country
he
had
gone
to
exploit
for
himself
with
a
heavy
heart
.
“
Now
,
”
said
old
Mr
Clare
to
his
wife
,
when
he
had
read
the
envelope
,
“
if
Angel
proposes
leaving
Rio
for
a
visit
home
at
the
end
of
next
month
,
as
he
told
us
that
he
hoped
to
do
,
I
think
this
may
hasten
his
plans
;
for
I
believe
it
to
be
from
his
wife
.
”
He
breathed
deeply
at
the
thought
of
her
;
and
the
letter
was
redirected
to
be
promptly
sent
on
to
Angel
.
“
Dear
fellow
,
I
hope
he
will
get
home
safely
,
”
murmured
Mrs
Clare
.
“
To
my
dying
day
I
shall
feel
that
he
had
been
ill
-
used
.
You
should
have
sent
him
to
Cambridge
in
spite
of
his
want
of
faith
,
and
given
him
the
same
chance
as
the
other
boys
had
.
He
would
have
grown
out
of
it
under
proper
influence
,
and
perhaps
would
have
taken
Orders
after
all
.
Church
or
no
Church
,
it
would
have
been
fairer
to
him
.
”
This
was
the
only
wail
with
which
Mrs
Clare
ever
disturbed
her
husband
’
s
peace
in
respect
to
their
sons
.
