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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tess of the d'Urbervilles, A Pure Woman by Thomas Hardy: dress and veil, of her blissful home with him, when
oblivion would have fallen upon themselves as far as he
and their love were concerned. Thus they talked, and
ached, and wept till sleep charmed their sorrow away.
After this disclosure Tess nourished no further foolish
thought that there lurked any grave and deliberate
import in Clare's attentions to her. It was a passing
summer love of her face, for love's own temporary
sake--nothing more. And thorny crown of this sad
conception was that she whom he really did prefer in a
cursory way to the rest, she who knew herself to be
Tess of the d'Urbervilles, A Pure Woman |
