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Scenes
which
make
vital
changes
in
our
neighbors
’
lot
are
but
the
background
of
our
own
,
yet
,
like
a
particular
aspect
of
the
fields
and
trees
,
they
become
associated
for
us
with
the
epochs
of
our
own
history
,
and
make
a
part
of
that
unity
which
lies
in
the
selection
of
our
keenest
consciousness
.
The
dream
-
like
association
of
something
alien
and
ill
-
understood
with
the
deepest
secrets
of
her
experience
seemed
to
mirror
that
sense
of
loneliness
which
was
due
to
the
very
ardor
of
Dorothea
’
s
nature
.
The
country
gentry
of
old
time
lived
in
a
rarefied
social
air
:
dotted
apart
on
their
stations
up
the
mountain
they
looked
down
with
imperfect
discrimination
on
the
belts
of
thicker
life
below
.
And
Dorothea
was
not
at
ease
in
the
perspective
and
chilliness
of
that
height
.
"
I
shall
not
look
any
more
,
"
said
Celia
,
after
the
train
had
entered
the
church
,
placing
herself
a
little
behind
her
husband
’
s
elbow
so
that
she
could
slyly
touch
his
coat
with
her
cheek
.
"
I
dare
say
Dodo
likes
it
:
she
is
fond
of
melancholy
things
and
ugly
people
.
"
"
I
am
fond
of
knowing
something
about
the
people
I
live
among
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
who
had
been
watching
everything
with
the
interest
of
a
monk
on
his
holiday
tour
.
"
It
seems
to
me
we
know
nothing
of
our
neighbors
,
unless
they
are
cottagers
.
One
is
constantly
wondering
what
sort
of
lives
other
people
lead
,
and
how
they
take
things
.
I
am
quite
obliged
to
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
for
coming
and
calling
me
out
of
the
library
.
"
"
Quite
right
to
feel
obliged
to
me
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
.
"
Your
rich
Lowick
farmers
are
as
curious
as
any
buffaloes
or
bisons
,
and
I
dare
say
you
don
’
t
half
see
them
at
church
.
They
are
quite
different
from
your
uncle
’
s
tenants
or
Sir
James
’
s
—
monsters
—
farmers
without
landlords
—
one
can
’
t
tell
how
to
class
them
.
"
"
Most
of
these
followers
are
not
Lowick
people
,
"
said
Sir
James
;
"
I
suppose
they
are
legatees
from
a
distance
,
or
from
Middlemarch
.
Lovegood
tells
me
the
old
fellow
has
left
a
good
deal
of
money
as
well
as
land
.
"
"
Think
of
that
now
!
when
so
many
younger
sons
can
’
t
dine
at
their
own
expense
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
.
"
Ah
,
"
turning
round
at
the
sound
of
the
opening
door
,
"
here
is
Mr
.
Brooke
.
I
felt
that
we
were
incomplete
before
,
and
here
is
the
explanation
.
You
are
come
to
see
this
odd
funeral
,
of
course
?
"
"
No
,
I
came
to
look
after
Casaubon
—
to
see
how
he
goes
on
,
you
know
.
And
to
bring
a
little
news
—
a
little
news
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
nodding
at
Dorothea
as
she
came
towards
him
.
"
I
looked
into
the
library
,
and
I
saw
Casaubon
over
his
books
.
I
told
him
it
wouldn
’
t
do
:
I
said
,
‘
This
will
never
do
,
you
know
:
think
of
your
wife
,
Casaubon
.
’
And
he
promised
me
to
come
up
.
I
didn
’
t
tell
him
my
news
:
I
said
,
he
must
come
up
.
"
"
Ah
,
now
they
are
coming
out
of
church
,
"
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
exclaimed
.
"
Dear
me
,
what
a
wonderfully
mixed
set
!
Mr
.
Lydgate
as
doctor
,
I
suppose
.
