heatherfield:“What is it, Angel?“ she said, starting up. “Have they come for me?”“Yes, dearest,” he
heatherfield:“What is it, Angel?“ she said, starting up. “Have they come for me?”“Yes, dearest,” he said. “They have come.”“It is as it should be,” she murmured. “Angel, I am almost glad—yes, glad! This happiness could not have lasted. It was too much. I have had enough; and now I shall not live for you to despise me!”She stood up, shook herself, and went forward, neither of the men having moved.“I am ready,” she said quietly.Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles -- source link