"Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it, Tess?" murmured Abraham through his tears. - Thomas Hardy

Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?

Troy's deformities lay deep down from a woman's vision, whilst his embellishments were upon the very surface; thus contrasting with homely Oak, whose defects were patent to the blindest, and whose virtues were as metals in a mine.

I am only a peasant by position, not by nature!

Tess was no insignificant creature to toy with and dismiss; but a woman living her precious life — a life which, to herself who endured or enjoyed it, possessed as great a dimension as the life of the mightiest to himself.