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"
It
is
better
for
us
not
to
speak
on
the
subject
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
tremulousness
not
common
in
her
voice
,
"
since
you
and
Mr
.
Casaubon
disagree
.
You
intend
to
remain
?
"
She
was
looking
out
on
the
lawn
,
with
melancholy
meditation
.
"
Yes
;
but
I
shall
hardly
ever
see
you
now
,
"
said
Will
,
in
a
tone
of
almost
boyish
complaint
.
"
No
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
turning
her
eyes
full
upon
him
,
"
hardly
ever
.
But
I
shall
hear
of
you
.
I
shall
know
what
you
are
doing
for
my
uncle
.
"
"
I
shall
know
hardly
anything
about
you
,
"
said
Will
.
"
No
one
will
tell
me
anything
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
life
is
very
simple
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
her
lips
curling
with
an
exquisite
smile
,
which
irradiated
her
melancholy
.
"
I
am
always
at
Lowick
.
"
"
That
is
a
dreadful
imprisonment
,
"
said
Will
,
impetuously
.
"
No
,
don
’
t
think
that
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
I
have
no
longings
.
"
He
did
not
speak
,
but
she
replied
to
some
change
in
his
expression
.
"
I
mean
,
for
myself
.
Except
that
I
should
like
not
to
have
so
much
more
than
my
share
without
doing
anything
for
others
.
But
I
have
a
belief
of
my
own
,
and
it
comforts
me
.
"
"
What
is
that
?
"
said
Will
,
rather
jealous
of
the
belief
.
"
That
by
desiring
what
is
perfectly
good
,
even
when
we
don
’
t
quite
know
what
it
is
and
cannot
do
what
we
would
,
we
are
part
of
the
divine
power
against
evil
—
widening
the
skirts
of
light
and
making
the
struggle
with
darkness
narrower
.
"
