"Yes. They didn't know where you were. It was only by chance that I
found you here."
The cold moon looked aslant upon Tess's fagged face between the twigs
of the garden-hedge as she paused outside the cottage which was her
temporary home, d'Urberville pausing beside her.
"Don't mention my little brothers and sisters--don't make me break
down quite!" she said. "If you want to help them--God knows they
need it--do it without telling me. But no, no!" she cried. "I will
take nothing from you, either for them or for me!"
He did not accompany her further, since, as she lived with the
household, all was public indoors. No sooner had she herself
entered, laved herself in a washing-tub, and shared supper with the
family than she fell into thought, and withdrawing to the table under
the wall, by the light of her own little lamp wrote in a passionate
mood--
MY OWN HUSBAND,--
Let me call you so--I must--even if it makes you angry to
think of such an unworthy wife as I. I must cry to you
in my trouble--I have no one else! I am so exposed to
temptation, Angel. I fear to say who it is, and I do not
like to write about it at all. But I cling to you in a way
you cannot think! Can you not come to me now, at once,
before anything terrible happens? O, I know you cannot,
because you are so far away! I think I must die if you do
not come soon, or tell me to come to you.
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