Thomas Hardy,
The Return of the Native — Book 5…
(1878)
“ And this once admitted, an absolutely dark interpretation of her act towards his mother was no longer forced upon him. On the evening of the fifth November his thoughts of Eustacia were intense. Echoes from those past times when they had exchanged tender words all the day long came like the diffused murmur of a seashore left miles behind. "Surely," he said, "she might have brought herself to communicate with me before now, and confess honestly what Wildeve was to her." ”
