Tess of the d’urbervilles

'Her affection for him was now the breath and life of Tess's being; it enveloped her as a photosphere irradiated her into forgetfulness of her past sorrows keeping back the gloomy spectres that would persist in their attempts to touch her—doubt fear moodiness care shame. She knew that they were waiting like wolves just outside the circumscribing light but she had long spells of power to keep them in hungry subjection there.'