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Dorothea
,
feeling
very
weary
,
rang
and
asked
Tantripp
to
bring
her
some
wraps
.
She
had
been
sitting
still
for
a
few
minutes
,
but
not
in
any
renewal
of
the
former
conflict
:
she
simply
felt
that
she
was
going
to
say
"
Yes
"
to
her
own
doom
:
she
was
too
weak
,
too
full
of
dread
at
the
thought
of
inflicting
a
keen
-
edged
blow
on
her
husband
,
to
do
anything
but
submit
completely
.
She
sat
still
and
let
Tantripp
put
on
her
bonnet
and
shawl
,
a
passivity
which
was
unusual
with
her
,
for
she
liked
to
wait
on
herself
.
"
God
bless
you
,
madam
!
"
said
Tantripp
,
with
an
irrepressible
movement
of
love
towards
the
beautiful
,
gentle
creature
for
whom
she
felt
unable
to
do
anything
more
,
now
that
she
had
finished
tying
the
bonnet
.
This
was
too
much
for
Dorothea
’
s
highly
-
strung
feeling
,
and
she
burst
into
tears
,
sobbing
against
Tantripp
’
s
arm
.
But
soon
she
checked
herself
,
dried
her
eyes
,
and
went
out
at
the
glass
door
into
the
shrubbery
.
"
I
wish
every
book
in
that
library
was
built
into
a
caticom
for
your
master
,
"
said
Tantripp
to
Pratt
,
the
butler
,
finding
him
in
the
breakfast
-
room
.
She
had
been
at
Rome
,
and
visited
the
antiquities
,
as
we
know
;
and
she
always
declined
to
call
Mr
.
Casaubon
anything
but
"
your
master
,
"
when
speaking
to
the
other
servants
.
Pratt
laughed
.
He
liked
his
master
very
well
,
but
he
liked
Tantripp
better
.
When
Dorothea
was
out
on
the
gravel
walks
,
she
lingered
among
the
nearer
clumps
of
trees
,
hesitating
,
as
she
had
done
once
before
,
though
from
a
different
cause
.
Then
she
had
feared
lest
her
effort
at
fellowship
should
be
unwelcome
;
now
she
dreaded
going
to
the
spot
where
she
foresaw
that
she
must
bind
herself
to
a
fellowship
from
which
she
shrank
.
Neither
law
nor
the
world
’
s
opinion
compelled
her
to
this
—
only
her
husband
’
s
nature
and
her
own
compassion
,
only
the
ideal
and
not
the
real
yoke
of
marriage
.
She
saw
clearly
enough
the
whole
situation
,
yet
she
was
fettered
:
she
could
not
smite
the
stricken
soul
that
entreated
hers
.
If
that
were
weakness
,
Dorothea
was
weak
.
But
the
half
-
hour
was
passing
,
and
she
must
not
delay
longer
.
When
she
entered
the
Yew
-
tree
Walk
she
could
not
see
her
husband
;
but
the
walk
had
bends
,
and
she
went
,
expecting
to
catch
sight
of
his
figure
wrapped
in
a
blue
cloak
,
which
,
with
a
warm
velvet
cap
,
was
his
outer
garment
on
chill
days
for
the
garden
.
It
occurred
to
her
that
he
might
be
resting
in
the
summer
-
house
,
towards
which
the
path
diverged
a
little
.
Turning
the
angle
,
she
could
see
him
seated
on
the
bench
,
close
to
a
stone
table
.
His
arms
were
resting
on
the
table
,
and
his
brow
was
bowed
down
on
them
,
the
blue
cloak
being
dragged
forward
and
screening
his
face
on
each
side
.
"
He
exhausted
himself
last
night
,
"
Dorothea
said
to
herself
,
thinking
at
first
that
he
was
asleep
,
and
that
the
summer
-
house
was
too
damp
a
place
to
rest
in
.
But
then
she
remembered
that
of
late
she
had
seen
him
take
that
attitude
when
she
was
reading
to
him
,
as
if
he
found
it
easier
than
any
other
;
and
that
he
would
sometimes
speak
,
as
well
as
listen
,
with
his
face
down
in
that
way
.
She
went
into
the
summerhouse
and
said
,
"
I
am
come
,
Edward
;
I
am
ready
.
"
He
took
no
notice
,
and
she
thought
that
he
must
be
fast
asleep
