hate you,
and could
not hate
you,
because y
ou were
his
choice,
and we n
ever hoped
to be
chose by
him.” They
were not
aware
that, at
these
words,
salt,
stinging
tears
trickled
down upon
Tess's
pillow
anew, and
how she
resolved,
with a
bursting
heart, to
tell all
her his
tory to
Angel
Clare,
desp ite h
er
mother's
co
mmand—to
le t h im
fo r whom
she lived
and br
eathed
despise
her if h e
would, and
her mother
