I long for only one thing in heaven or
earth or under the earth, to meet you, my own dear! Come
to me--come to me, and save me from what threatens me!--
Your faithful heartbroken
TESS
XLIX
The appeal duly found its way to the breakfast-table of the quiet
Vicarage to the westward, in that valley where the air is so soft and
the soil so rich that the effort of growth requires but superficial
aid by comparison with the tillage at Flintcomb-Ash, and where to
Tess the human world seemed so different (though it was much the
same). It was purely for security that she had been requested by
Angel to send her communications through his father, whom he kept
pretty well informed of his changing addresses in the country he
had gone to exploit for himself with a heavy heart.
"Now," said old Mr Clare to his wife, when he had read the envelope,
"if Angel proposes leaving Rio for a visit home at the end of next
month, as he told us that he hoped to do, I think this may hasten his
plans; for I believe it to be from his wife." He breathed deeply at
the thought of her; and the letter was redirected to be promptly sent
on to Angel.
"Dear fellow, I hope he will get home safely," murmured Mrs Clare.
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