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and
you
said
my
husband
would
never
come
back
—
never
;
and
you
taunted
me
,
and
said
what
a
simpleton
I
was
to
expect
him
!
.
.
.
And
at
last
I
believed
you
and
gave
way
!
.
.
.
And
then
he
came
back
!
Now
he
is
gone
.
Gone
a
second
time
,
and
I
have
lost
him
now
for
ever
.
.
.
and
he
will
not
love
me
the
littlest
bit
ever
any
more
—
only
hate
me
!
.
.
.
O
yes
,
I
have
lost
him
now
—
again
because
of
—
you
!
”
In
writhing
,
with
her
head
on
the
chair
,
she
turned
her
face
towards
the
door
,
and
Mrs
Brooks
could
see
the
pain
upon
it
;
and
that
her
lips
were
bleeding
from
the
clench
of
her
teeth
upon
them
,
and
that
the
long
lashes
of
her
closed
eyes
stuck
in
wet
tags
to
her
cheeks
.
She
continued
:
“
And
he
is
dying
—
he
looks
as
if
he
is
dying
!
.
.
.
And
my
sin
will
kill
him
and
not
kill
me
!
.
.
.
O
,
you
have
torn
my
life
all
to
pieces
.
.
.
made
me
be
what
I
prayed
you
in
pity
not
to
make
me
be
again
!
.
.
.
My
own
true
husband
will
never
,
never
—
O
God
—
I
can
’
t
bear
this
!
—
I
cannot
!
”
There
were
more
and
sharper
words
from
the
man
;
then
a
sudden
rustle
;
she
had
sprung
to
her
feet
.
Mrs
Brooks
,
thinking
that
the
speaker
was
coming
to
rush
out
of
the
door
,
hastily
retreated
down
the
stairs
.
She
need
not
have
done
so
,
however
,
for
the
door
of
the
sitting
-
room
was
not
opened
.
But
Mrs
Brooks
felt
it
unsafe
to
watch
on
the
landing
again
,
and
entered
her
own
parlour
below
.
She
could
hear
nothing
through
the
floor
,
although
she
listened
intently
,
and
thereupon
went
to
the
kitchen
to
finish
her
interrupted
breakfast
.
Coming
up
presently
to
the
front
room
on
the
ground
floor
she
took
up
some
sewing
,
waiting
for
her
lodgers
to
ring
that
she
might
take
away
the
breakfast
,
which
she
meant
to
do
herself
,
to
discover
what
was
the
matter
if
possible
.
Overhead
,
as
she
sat
,
she
could
now
hear
the
floorboards
slightly
creak
,
as
if
some
one
were
walking
about
,
and
presently
the
movement
was
explained
by
the
rustle
of
garments
against
the
banisters
,
the
opening
and
the
closing
of
the
front
door
,
and
the
form
of
Tess
passing
to
the
gate
on
her
way
into
the
street
.
She
was
fully
dressed
now
in
the
walking
costume
of
a
well
-
to
-
do
young
lady
in
which
she
had
arrived
,
with
the
sole
addition
that
over
her
hat
and
black
feathers
a
veil
was
drawn
.
Mrs
Brooks
had
not
been
able
to
catch
any
word
of
farewell
,
temporary
or
otherwise
,
between
her
tenants
at
the
door
above
.
They
might
have
quarrelled
,
or
Mr
d
’
Urberville
might
still
be
asleep
,
for
he
was
not
an
early
riser
.
She
went
into
the
back
room
which
was
more
especially
her
own
apartment
,
and
continued
her
sewing
there
.
The
lady
lodger
did
not
return
,
nor
did
the
gentleman
ring
his
bell
.
Mrs
Brooks
pondered
on
the
delay
,
and
on
what
probable
relation
the
visitor
who
had
called
so
early
bore
to
the
couple
upstairs
.
In
reflecting
she
leant
back
in
her
chair
.
As
she
did
so
her
eyes
glanced
casually
over
the
ceiling
till
they
were
arrested
by
a
spot
in
the
middle
of
its
white
surface
which
she
had
never
noticed
there
before
.
It
was
about
the
size
of
a
wafer
when
she
first
observed
it
,
but
it
speedily
grew
as
large
as
the
palm
of
her
hand
,
and
then
she
could
perceive
that
it
was
red
.
The
oblong
white
ceiling
,
with
this
scarlet
blot
in
the
midst
,
had
the
appearance
of
a
gigantic
ace
of
hearts
.
Mrs
Brooks
had
strange
qualms
of
misgiving
.
She
got
upon
the
table
,
and
touched
the
spot
in
the
ceiling
with
her
fingers
.
It
was
damp
,
and
she
fancied
that
it
was
a
blood
stain
.
