still-loved

Updated: June 15, 2025

He entered the van, where there was a fire in a stove. Without lighting his candle he sat down at once on the three-legged stool, and pondered on what he had seen and heard touching that still-loved one of his. He uttered a sound which was neither sigh nor sob, but was even more indicative than either of a troubled mind. "My Tamsie," he whispered heavily. "What can be done?

Thomas Hardy - The Return of the Native