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Perhaps
Celia
had
never
turned
so
pale
before
.
The
paper
man
she
was
making
would
have
had
his
leg
injured
,
but
for
her
habitual
care
of
whatever
she
held
in
her
hands
.
She
laid
the
fragile
figure
down
at
once
,
and
sat
perfectly
still
for
a
few
moments
.
When
she
spoke
there
was
a
tear
gathering
"
Oh
,
Dodo
,
I
hope
you
will
be
happy
.
"
Her
sisterly
tenderness
could
not
but
surmount
other
feelings
at
this
moment
,
and
her
fears
were
the
fears
of
affection
.
Dorothea
was
still
hurt
and
agitated
.
"
It
is
quite
decided
,
then
?
"
said
Celia
,
in
an
awed
under
tone
.
"
And
uncle
knows
?
"
"
I
have
accepted
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
offer
.
My
uncle
brought
me
the
letter
that
contained
it
;
he
knew
about
it
beforehand
.
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
if
I
have
said
anything
to
hurt
you
,
Dodo
,
"
said
Celia
,
with
a
slight
sob
.
She
never
could
have
thought
that
she
should
feel
as
she
did
.
There
was
something
funereal
in
the
whole
affair
,
and
Mr
.
Casaubon
seemed
to
be
the
officiating
clergyman
,
about
whom
it
would
be
indecent
to
make
remarks
.
"
Never
mind
,
Kitty
,
do
not
grieve
.
We
should
never
admire
the
same
people
.
I
often
offend
in
something
of
the
same
way
;
I
am
apt
to
speak
too
strongly
of
those
who
don
’
t
please
me
.
"
In
spite
of
this
magnanimity
Dorothea
was
still
smarting
:
perhaps
as
much
from
Celia
’
s
subdued
astonishment
as
from
her
small
criticisms
.
Of
course
all
the
world
round
Tipton
would
be
out
of
sympathy
with
this
marriage
.
Dorothea
knew
of
no
one
who
thought
as
she
did
about
life
and
its
best
objects
.
Nevertheless
before
the
evening
was
at
an
end
she
was
very
happy
.
In
an
hour
’
s
tete
-
a
-
tete
with
Mr
.
Casaubon
she
talked
to
him
with
more
freedom
than
she
had
ever
felt
before
,
even
pouring
out
her
joy
at
the
thought
of
devoting
herself
to
him
,
and
of
learning
how
she
might
best
share
and
further
all
his
great
ends
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
touched
with
an
unknown
delight
(
what
man
would
not
have
been
?
)
at
this
childlike
unrestrained
ardor
:
he
was
not
surprised
(
what
lover
would
have
been
?
)
that
he
should
be
the
object
of
it
.
