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Tess
remained
where
she
was
a
long
while
,
till
a
sudden
rebellious
sense
of
injustice
caused
the
region
of
her
eyes
to
swell
with
the
rush
of
hot
tears
thither
.
Her
husband
,
Angel
Clare
himself
,
had
,
like
others
,
dealt
out
hard
measure
to
her
,
surely
he
had
!
She
had
never
before
admitted
such
a
thought
;
but
he
had
surely
!
Never
in
her
life
—
she
could
swear
it
from
the
bottom
of
her
soul
—
had
she
ever
intended
to
do
wrong
;
yet
these
hard
judgements
had
come
.
Whatever
her
sins
,
they
were
not
sins
of
intention
,
but
of
inadvertence
,
and
why
should
she
have
been
punished
so
persistently
?
She
passionately
seized
the
first
piece
of
paper
that
came
to
hand
,
and
scribbled
the
following
lines
:
O
why
have
you
treated
me
so
monstrously
,
Angel
!
I
do
not
deserve
it
.
I
have
thought
it
all
over
carefully
,
and
I
can
never
,
never
forgive
you
!
You
know
that
I
did
not
intend
to
wrong
you
—
why
have
you
so
wronged
me
?
You
are
cruel
,
cruel
indeed
!
I
will
try
to
forget
you
.
It
is
all
injustice
I
have
received
at
your
hands
!
T
She
watched
till
the
postman
passed
by
,
ran
out
to
him
with
her
epistle
,
and
then
again
took
her
listless
place
inside
the
window
-
panes
.
It
was
just
as
well
to
write
like
that
as
to
write
tenderly
.
How
could
he
give
way
to
entreaty
?
The
facts
had
not
changed
:
there
was
no
new
event
to
alter
his
opinion
.
It
grew
darker
,
the
fire
-
light
shining
over
the
room
.
The
two
biggest
of
the
younger
children
had
gone
out
with
their
mother
;
the
four
smallest
,
their
ages
ranging
from
three
-
and
-
a
-
half
years
to
eleven
,
all
in
black
frocks
,
were
gathered
round
the
hearth
babbling
their
own
little
subjects
.
Tess
at
length
joined
them
,
without
lighting
a
candle
.
“
This
is
the
last
night
that
we
shall
sleep
here
,
dears
,
in
the
house
where
we
were
born
,
”
she
said
quickly
.
“
We
ought
to
think
of
it
,
oughtn
’
t
we
?
”
They
all
became
silent
;
with
the
impressibility
of
their
age
they
were
ready
to
burst
into
tears
at
the
picture
of
finality
she
had
conjured
up
,
though
all
the
day
hitherto
they
had
been
rejoicing
in
the
idea
of
a
new
place
.
Tess
changed
the
subject
.
“
Sing
to
me
,
dears
,
”
she
said
.
