Later on that night Clare also came back to the house. He prepared a bed
downstairs, but crept shoeless upstairs to see if Tess was asleep. He
was relieved to see her sleeping deeply. And yet he felt he alone had
the whole worry of what action to take, and the responsibility for her
life as well as his. He turned away from her door, and then turned back
again, pulled by his love for her. But his eye was caught by a painting
on the wall of one of Tess's ancestors, a proud fierce woman, who looked
as if she hated and wanted to deceive all men. He thought she and Tess
looked alike. That was enough to stop him, and he went downstairs to his
lonely bed.
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