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"
Well
,
not
to
say
high
-
colored
,
but
with
a
bloom
like
a
Chiny
rose
.
But
always
smelling
those
leather
books
,
what
can
be
expected
?
Do
rest
a
little
this
morning
,
madam
.
Let
me
say
you
are
ill
and
not
able
to
go
into
that
close
library
.
"
"
Oh
no
,
no
!
let
me
make
haste
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
Mr
.
Casaubon
wants
me
particularly
.
"
When
she
went
down
she
felt
sure
that
she
should
promise
to
fulfil
his
wishes
;
but
that
would
be
later
in
the
day
—
not
yet
.
As
Dorothea
entered
the
library
,
Mr
.
Casaubon
turned
round
from
the
table
where
he
had
been
placing
some
books
,
and
said
—
"
I
was
waiting
for
your
appearance
,
my
dear
.
I
had
hoped
to
set
to
work
at
once
this
morning
,
but
I
find
myself
under
some
indisposition
,
probably
from
too
much
excitement
yesterday
.
I
am
going
now
to
take
a
turn
in
the
shrubbery
,
since
the
air
is
milder
.
"
"
I
am
glad
to
hear
that
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
Your
mind
,
I
feared
,
was
too
active
last
night
.
"
"
I
would
fain
have
it
set
at
rest
on
the
point
I
last
spoke
of
,
Dorothea
.
You
can
now
,
I
hope
,
give
me
an
answer
.
"
"
May
I
come
out
to
you
in
the
garden
presently
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
winning
a
little
breathing
space
in
that
way
.
"
I
shall
be
in
the
Yew
-
tree
Walk
for
the
next
half
-
hour
,
"
said
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
and
then
he
left
her
.
