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"
As
if
you
could
hide
it
from
me
!
"
?
said
Lydgate
,
laying
his
hand
tenderly
on
both
of
hers
.
"
Don
’
t
I
see
a
tiny
drop
on
one
of
the
lashes
?
Things
trouble
you
,
and
you
don
’
t
tell
me
.
That
is
unloving
.
"
"
Why
should
I
tell
you
what
you
cannot
alter
?
They
are
every
-
day
things
:
—
perhaps
they
have
been
a
little
worse
lately
.
"
"
Family
annoyances
.
Don
’
t
fear
speaking
.
I
guess
them
.
"
"
Papa
has
been
more
irritable
lately
.
Fred
makes
him
angry
,
and
this
morning
there
was
a
fresh
quarrel
because
Fred
threatens
to
throw
his
whole
education
away
,
and
do
something
quite
beneath
him
.
And
besides
—
"
Rosamond
hesitated
,
and
her
cheeks
were
gathering
a
slight
flush
.
Lydgate
had
never
seen
her
in
trouble
since
the
morning
of
their
engagement
,
and
he
had
never
felt
so
passionately
towards
her
as
at
this
moment
.
He
kissed
the
hesitating
lips
gently
,
as
if
to
encourage
them
.
"
I
feel
that
papa
is
not
quite
pleased
about
our
engagement
,
"
Rosamond
continued
,
almost
in
a
whisper
;
"
and
he
said
last
night
that
he
should
certainly
speak
to
you
and
say
it
must
be
given
up
.
"
"
Will
you
give
it
up
?
"
said
Lydgate
,
with
quick
energy
—
almost
angrily
.
"
I
never
give
up
anything
that
I
choose
to
do
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
recovering
her
calmness
at
the
touching
of
this
chord
.
"
God
bless
you
!
"
said
Lydgate
,
kissing
her
again
.
This
constancy
of
purpose
in
the
right
place
was
adorable
.
He
went
on
:
—
