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“
What
,
bodily
?
Is
he
dead
?
”
“
Yes
.
He
heard
me
crying
about
you
,
and
he
bitterly
taunted
me
;
and
called
you
by
a
foul
name
;
and
then
I
did
it
.
My
heart
could
not
bear
it
.
He
had
nagged
me
about
you
before
.
And
then
I
dressed
myself
and
came
away
to
find
you
.
”
By
degrees
he
was
inclined
to
believe
that
she
had
faintly
attempted
,
at
least
,
what
she
said
she
had
done
;
and
his
horror
at
her
impulse
was
mixed
with
amazement
at
the
strength
of
her
affection
for
himself
,
and
at
the
strangeness
of
its
quality
,
which
had
apparently
extinguished
her
moral
sense
altogether
.
Unable
to
realize
the
gravity
of
her
conduct
she
seemed
at
last
content
;
and
he
looked
at
her
as
she
lay
upon
his
shoulder
,
weeping
with
happiness
,
and
wondered
what
obscure
strain
in
the
d
’
Urberville
blood
had
led
to
this
aberration
—
if
it
were
an
aberration
.
There
momentarily
flashed
through
his
mind
that
the
family
tradition
of
the
coach
and
murder
might
have
arisen
because
the
d
’
Urbervilles
had
been
known
to
do
these
things
.
As
well
as
his
confused
and
excited
ideas
could
reason
,
he
supposed
that
in
the
moment
of
mad
grief
of
which
she
spoke
her
mind
had
lost
its
balance
,
and
plunged
her
into
this
abyss
.
It
was
very
terrible
if
true
;
if
a
temporary
hallucination
,
sad
.
But
,
anyhow
,
here
was
this
deserted
wife
of
his
,
this
passionately
-
fond
woman
,
clinging
to
him
without
a
suspicion
that
he
would
be
anything
to
her
but
a
protector
.
He
saw
that
for
him
to
be
otherwise
was
not
,
in
her
mind
,
within
the
region
of
the
possible
.
Tenderness
was
absolutely
dominant
in
Clare
at
last
.
He
kissed
her
endlessly
with
his
white
lips
,
and
held
her
hand
,
and
said
—
“
I
will
not
desert
you
!
I
will
protect
you
by
every
means
in
my
power
,
dearest
love
,
whatever
you
may
have
done
or
not
have
done
!
”
They
then
walked
on
under
the
trees
,
Tess
turning
her
head
every
now
and
then
to
look
at
him
.
Worn
and
unhandsome
as
he
had
become
,
it
was
plain
that
she
did
not
discern
the
least
fault
in
his
appearance
.
To
her
he
was
,
as
of
old
,
all
that
was
perfection
,
personally
and
mentally
.
He
was
still
her
Antinous
,
her
Apollo
even
;
his
sickly
face
was
beautiful
as
the
morning
to
her
affectionate
regard
on
this
day
no
less
than
when
she
first
beheld
him
;
for
was
it
not
the
face
of
the
one
man
on
earth
who
had
loved
her
purely
,
and
who
had
believed
in
her
as
pure
!
With
an
instinct
as
to
possibilities
he
did
not
now
,
as
he
had
intended
,
make
for
the
first
station
beyond
the
town
,
but
plunged
still
farther
under
the
firs
,
which
here
abounded
for
miles
.
Each
clasping
the
other
round
the
waist
they
promenaded
over
the
dry
bed
of
fir
-
needles
,
thrown
into
a
vague
intoxicating
atmosphere
at
the
consciousness
of
being
together
at
last
,
with
no
living
soul
between
them
;
ignoring
that
there
was
a
corpse
.
Thus
they
proceeded
for
several
miles
till
Tess
,
arousing
herself
,
looked
about
her
,
and
said
,
timidly
—
“
Are
we
going
anywhere
in
particular
?
”
