phase the second >> sixty eight
But so far was she from being, in the words of Robert South, 'in love with her own ruin,' that the illusion was transient as lighting; cold reason came back to mock her spasmodic weakness; the ghastliness of her momentary pride would convict her, and recall her to reserved listlessness again.
[from Tess Of The D'Urbervilles]
[from Tess Of The D'Urbervilles]
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