Tess, she may have felt
when Angel Clare confessed, to her, his sins.
Her own offence,
logic led her to deduce,
could not be any worse, for
'tis the same.
Oh Tess, you foolish girl. Unfeigned
naivety always was uncool.
The pattern remains the same; always
I forgive you; now I ask the same of you.
While we were apart,
I was human too.
But, darling, don't you know? How could you
not see? "Human" is synomymous with "man"
in this context.
Angel C.'s "sins" were
conquests. Call it sexual
discrimination, if you will.
Women always get the worst deal.