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"
No
;
only
that
my
grandfather
was
a
patriot
—
a
bright
fellow
—
could
speak
many
languages
—
musical
—
got
his
bread
by
teaching
all
sorts
of
things
.
They
both
died
rather
early
.
And
I
never
knew
much
of
my
father
,
beyond
what
my
mother
told
me
;
but
he
inherited
the
musical
talents
.
I
remember
his
slow
walk
and
his
long
thin
hands
;
and
one
day
remains
with
me
when
he
was
lying
ill
,
and
I
was
very
hungry
,
and
had
only
a
little
bit
of
bread
.
"
"
Ah
,
what
a
different
life
from
mine
!
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
keen
interest
,
clasping
her
hands
on
her
lap
.
"
I
have
always
had
too
much
of
everything
.
But
tell
me
how
it
was
—
Mr
.
Casaubon
could
not
have
known
about
you
then
.
"
"
No
;
but
my
father
had
made
himself
known
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
and
that
was
my
last
hungry
day
.
My
father
died
soon
after
,
and
my
mother
and
I
were
well
taken
care
of
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
always
expressly
recognized
it
as
his
duty
to
take
care
of
us
because
of
the
harsh
injustice
which
had
been
shown
to
his
mother
’
s
sister
.
But
now
I
am
telling
you
what
is
not
new
to
you
.
"
In
his
inmost
soul
Will
was
conscious
of
wishing
to
tell
Dorothea
what
was
rather
new
even
in
his
own
construction
of
things
—
namely
,
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
never
done
more
than
pay
a
debt
towards
him
.
Will
was
much
too
good
a
fellow
to
be
easy
under
the
sense
of
being
ungrateful
.
And
when
gratitude
has
become
a
matter
of
reasoning
there
are
many
ways
of
escaping
from
its
bonds
.
"
No
,
"
answered
Dorothea
;
"
Mr
.
Casaubon
has
always
avoided
dwelling
on
his
own
honorable
actions
.
"
She
did
not
feel
that
her
husband
’
s
conduct
was
depreciated
;
but
this
notion
of
what
justice
had
required
in
his
relations
with
Will
Ladislaw
took
strong
hold
on
her
mind
.
After
a
moment
’
s
pause
,
she
added
,
"
He
had
never
told
me
that
he
supported
your
mother
.
Is
she
still
living
?
"
"
No
;
she
died
by
an
accident
—
a
fall
—
four
years
ago
.
It
is
curious
that
my
mother
,
too
,
ran
away
from
her
family
,
but
not
for
the
sake
of
her
husband
.
She
never
would
tell
me
anything
about
her
family
,
except
that
she
forsook
them
to
get
her
own
living
—
went
on
the
stage
,
in
fact
.
She
was
a
dark
-
eyed
creature
,
with
crisp
ringlets
,
and
never
seemed
to
be
getting
old
.
You
see
I
come
of
rebellious
blood
on
both
sides
,
"
Will
ended
,
smiling
brightly
at
Dorothea
,
while
she
was
still
looking
with
serious
intentness
before
her
,
like
a
child
seeing
a
drama
for
the
first
time
.
But
her
face
,
too
,
broke
into
a
smile
as
she
said
,
"
That
is
your
apology
,
I
suppose
,
for
having
yourself
been
rather
rebellious
;
I
mean
,
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
wishes
.
You
must
remember
that
you
have
not
done
what
he
thought
best
for
you
.
And
if
he
dislikes
you
—
you
were
speaking
of
dislike
a
little
while
ago
—
but
I
should
rather
say
,
if
he
has
shown
any
painful
feelings
towards
you
,
you
must
consider
how
sensitive
he
has
become
from
the
wearing
effect
of
study
.
Perhaps
,
"
she
continued
,
getting
into
a
pleading
tone
,
"
my
uncle
has
not
told
you
how
serious
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
illness
was
.
It
would
be
very
petty
of
us
who
are
well
and
can
bear
things
,
to
think
much
of
small
offences
from
those
who
carry
a
weight
of
trial
.
"
"
You
teach
me
better
,
"
said
Will
.
"
I
will
never
grumble
on
that
subject
again
.
"
There
was
a
gentleness
in
his
tone
which
came
from
the
unutterable
contentment
of
perceiving
—
what
Dorothea
was
hardly
conscious
of
—
that
she
was
travelling
into
the
remoteness
of
pure
pity
and
loyalty
towards
her
husband
.
Will
was
ready
to
adore
her
pity
and
loyalty
,
if
she
would
associate
himself
with
her
in
manifesting
them
.
"
I
have
really
sometimes
been
a
perverse
fellow
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
but
I
will
never
again
,
if
I
can
help
it
,
do
or
say
what
you
would
disapprove
.
