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"
Fond
of
him
,
Celia
!
How
can
you
choose
such
odious
expressions
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
passionately
.
"
Dear
me
,
Dorothea
,
I
suppose
it
would
be
right
for
you
to
be
fond
of
a
man
whom
you
accepted
for
a
husband
.
"
"
It
is
offensive
to
me
to
say
that
Sir
James
could
think
I
was
fond
of
him
.
Besides
,
it
is
not
the
right
word
for
the
feeling
I
must
have
towards
the
man
I
would
accept
as
a
husband
.
"
"
Well
,
I
am
sorry
for
Sir
James
.
I
thought
it
right
to
tell
you
,
because
you
went
on
as
you
always
do
,
never
looking
just
where
you
are
,
and
treading
in
the
wrong
place
.
You
always
see
what
nobody
else
sees
;
it
is
impossible
to
satisfy
you
;
yet
you
never
see
what
is
quite
plain
.
That
’
s
your
way
,
Dodo
.
"
Something
certainly
gave
Celia
unusual
courage
;
and
she
was
not
sparing
the
sister
of
whom
she
was
occasionally
in
awe
.
Who
can
tell
what
just
criticisms
Murr
the
Cat
may
be
passing
on
us
beings
of
wider
speculation
?
"
It
is
very
painful
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
feeling
scourged
.
"
I
can
have
no
more
to
do
with
the
cottages
.
I
must
be
uncivil
to
him
.
I
must
tell
him
I
will
have
nothing
to
do
with
them
.
It
is
very
painful
.
"
Her
eyes
filled
again
with
tears
.
"
Wait
a
little
.
Think
about
it
.
You
know
he
is
going
away
for
a
day
or
two
to
see
his
sister
.
There
will
be
nobody
besides
Lovegood
.
"
Celia
could
not
help
relenting
.
"
Poor
Dodo
,
"
she
went
on
,
in
an
amiable
staccato
.
"
It
is
very
hard
:
it
is
your
favorite
FAD
to
draw
plans
.
"
"
FAD
to
draw
plans
!
Do
you
think
I
only
care
about
my
fellow
-
creatures
’
houses
in
that
childish
way
?
I
may
well
make
mistakes
.
How
can
one
ever
do
anything
nobly
Christian
,
living
among
people
with
such
petty
thoughts
?
"
No
more
was
said
;
Dorothea
was
too
much
jarred
to
recover
her
temper
and
behave
so
as
to
show
that
she
admitted
any
error
in
herself
.
She
was
disposed
rather
to
accuse
the
intolerable
narrowness
and
the
purblind
conscience
of
the
society
around
her
:
and
Celia
was
no
longer
the
eternal
cherub
,
but
a
thorn
in
her
spirit
,
a
pink
-
and
-
white
nullifidian
,
worse
than
any
discouraging
presence
in
the
"
Pilgrim
’
s
Progress
.
"
The
FAD
of
drawing
plans
!
What
was
life
worth
—
what
great
faith
was
possible
when
the
whole
effect
of
one
’
s
actions
could
be
withered
up
into
such
parched
rubbish
as
that
?
When
she
got
out
of
the
carriage
,
her
cheeks
were
pale
and
her
eyelids
red
.
She
was
an
image
of
sorrow
,
and
her
uncle
who
met
her
in
the
hall
would
have
been
alarmed
,
if
Celia
had
not
been
close
to
her
looking
so
pretty
and
composed
,
that
he
at
once
concluded
Dorothea
’
s
tears
to
have
their
origin
in
her
excessive
religiousness
.
He
had
returned
,
during
their
absence
,
from
a
journey
to
the
county
town
,
about
a
petition
for
the
pardon
of
some
criminal
.
