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But
that
is
really
a
good
looking
woman
,
and
the
fair
young
man
must
be
her
son
.
Who
are
they
,
Sir
James
,
do
you
know
?
"
"
I
see
Vincy
,
the
Mayor
of
Middlemarch
;
they
are
probably
his
wife
and
son
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
looking
interrogatively
at
Mr
.
Brooke
,
who
nodded
and
said
—
"
Yes
,
a
very
decent
family
—
a
very
good
fellow
is
Vincy
;
a
credit
to
the
manufacturing
interest
.
You
have
seen
him
at
my
house
,
you
know
.
"
"
Ah
,
yes
:
one
of
your
secret
committee
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
,
provokingly
.
"
A
coursing
fellow
,
though
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
with
a
fox
-
hunter
’
s
disgust
.
"
And
one
of
those
who
suck
the
life
out
of
the
wretched
handloom
weavers
in
Tipton
and
Freshitt
.
That
is
how
his
family
look
so
fair
and
sleek
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
.
"
Those
dark
,
purple
-
faced
people
are
an
excellent
foil
.
Dear
me
,
they
are
like
a
set
of
jugs
!
Do
look
at
Humphrey
:
one
might
fancy
him
an
ugly
archangel
towering
above
them
in
his
white
surplice
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
solemn
thing
,
though
,
a
funeral
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
"
if
you
take
it
in
that
light
,
you
know
.
"
"
But
I
am
not
taking
it
in
that
light
.
I
can
’
t
wear
my
solemnity
too
often
,
else
it
will
go
to
rags
.
It
was
time
the
old
man
died
,
and
none
of
these
people
are
sorry
.
"
"
How
piteous
!
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
This
funeral
seems
to
me
the
most
dismal
thing
I
ever
saw
.
It
is
a
blot
on
the
morning
I
cannot
bear
to
think
that
any
one
should
die
and
leave
no
love
behind
.
"
