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“Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere, irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows, keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch her—doubt, fear, moodiness, care, shame. She knew that they were waiting like wolves just outside the circumscribing light, but she had long spells of power to keep them in hungry subjection there.”

Quote by Thomas Hardy

Work

Delphi Complete Works of Thomas Hardy (Illustrated)

The book is a comprehensive compilation of Hardy's novels, poetry, and other writings, showcasing his literary contributions. It features detailed illustrations that complement the text, offering readers a deeper engagement with the author's work. more

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Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy, a British novelist born on June 2, 1840, and died on January 11, 1928, is renowned for his novels that depict rural life, reflecting the social changes in 19th-century England. His works often carry a sense of pessimism, depicting the fates of characters with sympathy. more

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