out of their eyes with a joylessness pitiful to see. Both seemed to implore something to shelter them from reality.
'Ah—it is my fault!' said Clare.
But he could not get on. Speech was as inexpressive as silence.
A few instants passed, and he found that Tess was gone. His face grew colder and more shrunken as he stood concentrated on the moment, and a minute or two after he found himself in the street, walking along he did not know whither.
