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‘
But
I
am
not
prepared
,
’
he
went
on
,
‘
to
deny
—
perhaps
I
may
have
been
,
without
knowing
it
,
in
some
degree
prepared
to
admit
—
that
I
may
have
unwittingly
ensnared
that
lady
into
an
unhappy
marriage
.
I
am
a
man
quite
unaccustomed
to
observe
;
and
I
cannot
but
believe
that
the
observation
of
several
people
,
of
different
ages
and
positions
,
all
too
plainly
tending
in
one
direction
(
and
that
so
natural
)
,
is
better
than
mine
.
’
I
had
often
admired
,
as
I
have
elsewhere
described
,
his
benignant
manner
towards
his
youthful
wife
;
but
the
respectful
tenderness
he
manifested
in
every
reference
to
her
on
this
occasion
,
and
the
almost
reverential
manner
in
which
he
put
away
from
him
the
lightest
doubt
of
her
integrity
,
exalted
him
,
in
my
eyes
,
beyond
description
.
‘
I
married
that
lady
,
’
said
the
Doctor
,
‘
when
she
was
extremely
young
.
I
took
her
to
myself
when
her
character
was
scarcely
formed
.
So
far
as
it
was
developed
,
it
had
been
my
happiness
to
form
it
.
I
knew
her
father
well
.
I
knew
her
well
.
I
had
taught
her
what
I
could
,
for
the
love
of
all
her
beautiful
and
virtuous
qualities
.
If
I
did
her
wrong
;
as
I
fear
I
did
,
in
taking
advantage
(
but
I
never
meant
it
)
of
her
gratitude
and
her
affection
;
I
ask
pardon
of
that
lady
,
in
my
heart
!
’
He
walked
across
the
room
,
and
came
back
to
the
same
place
;
holding
the
chair
with
a
grasp
that
trembled
,
like
his
subdued
voice
,
in
its
earnestness
.
‘
I
regarded
myself
as
a
refuge
,
for
her
,
from
the
dangers
and
vicissitudes
of
life
.
I
persuaded
myself
that
,
unequal
though
we
were
in
years
,
she
would
live
tranquilly
and
contentedly
with
me
.
I
did
not
shut
out
of
my
consideration
the
time
when
I
should
leave
her
free
,
and
still
young
and
still
beautiful
,
but
with
her
judgement
more
matured
—
no
,
gentlemen
—
upon
my
truth
!
’
His
homely
figure
seemed
to
be
lightened
up
by
his
fidelity
and
generosity
.
Every
word
he
uttered
had
a
force
that
no
other
grace
could
have
imparted
to
it
.
‘
My
life
with
this
lady
has
been
very
happy
.
Until
tonight
,
I
have
had
uninterrupted
occasion
to
bless
the
day
on
which
I
did
her
great
injustice
.
’
His
voice
,
more
and
more
faltering
in
the
utterance
of
these
words
,
stopped
for
a
few
moments
;
then
he
went
on
:
