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"Angel!" she said, and paused, touching him with her fingers lightly

as a breeze, as though she could hardly believe to be there in the

flesh the man who was once her lover. Her eyes were bright, her pale

cheek still showed its wonted roundness, though half-dried tears had

left glistening traces thereon; and the usually ripe red mouth was

almost as pale as her cheek. Throbbingly alive as she was still,

under the stress of her mental grief the life beat so brokenly that

a little further pull upon it would cause real illness, dull her

characteristic eyes, and make her mouth thin.

She looked absolutely pure. Nature, in her fantastic trickery, had

set such a seal of maidenhood upon Tess's countenance that he gazed

at her with a stupefied air. "Tess! Say it is not true! No, it is not true!"

"It is true." "Every word?"

"Every word." He looked at her imploringly, as if he would willingly have taken a

lie from her lips, knowing it to be one, and have made of it, by some

sort of sophistry, a valid denial. However, she only repeated-"It is true."

"Is he living?" Angel then asked. "The baby died."

"But the man?"

"He is alive." A last despair passed over Clare's face. "Is he in England?"

"Yes." He took a few vague steps.

"My position--is this," he said abruptly. "I thought--any man would

have thought--that by giving up all ambition to win a wife with

social standing, with fortune, with knowledge of the world, I should

secure rustic innocence as surely as I should secure pink cheeks;

but--However, I am no man to reproach you, and I will not."

Tess felt his position so entirely that the remainder had not been

needed. Therein lay just the distress of it; she saw that he had

lost all round. "Angel--I should not have let it go on to marriage with you if I had

not known that, after all, there was a last way out of it for you;

though I hoped you would never--" Her voice grew husky. "A last way?"

"I mean, to get rid of me. You CAN get rid of me."

"How?"

"By divorcing me."

"Good heavens--how can you be so simple! How can I divorce you?"

"Can't you--now I have told you? I thought my confession would give

you grounds for that."