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Time was chanting his satiric psalm at Tess then—
Behold, when thy face is made bare, he that loved thee shall hate;
Thy face shall be no more fair at the fall of thy fate.
For thy life shall fall as a leaf and be shed as the rain;
And the veil of thine head shall be grief, and the crown shall be pain.
He was still intently thinking, and her companionship had now insufficient power to break or divert the strain of thought. What a weak thing her presence must have become to him! She could not help addressing Clare.
‘What have I done—what have I done? I have not told of anything that interferes with or belies my love for you. You don’t think I planned it, do you? It is in your own mind what you are angry at, Angel; it is not in me. O, it is not in me, and I am not that deceitful woman you think me!’
‘H’m—well, Not deceitful; but not the same. No, not the same. But do not make me reproach you. I have sworn that I will not; and I do everything to avoid it.’
But she went on pleading in her distraction;
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