Tess stole a glance at her husband. He was pale, even tremulous; [...] He may have observed her look, for he explained: "I think of people more kindly when I'm away of them;" adding cinically, "God knows: perhaps we shall shake down together some day, for weariness; thousands have done it!"
That day he began to pack up, and she went upstairs and began to pack also. Both knew that it was in their two minds that they might part the next morning for ever, despite the gloss of assuaging conjectures thrown over their proceedings because they were of the sort to whom any parting which has an air of finality is a torture. He knew, and she knew, that thought the fascination which had exercised over the other - on her part indipendently of accomplishment - would probably in the first days of their separation be even more potent than ever, time must attenuate the effect.
T.Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbeville
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