There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child.

Bless thy simplicity, Tess

...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes

...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.

That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks.