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She
laid
her
hand
on
his
shoulder
,
and
repeated
,
"
I
am
ready
!
"
Still
he
was
motionless
;
and
with
a
sudden
confused
fear
,
she
leaned
down
to
him
,
took
off
his
velvet
cap
,
and
leaned
her
cheek
close
to
his
head
,
crying
in
a
distressed
tone
—
"
Wake
,
dear
,
wake
!
Listen
to
me
.
I
am
come
to
answer
.
"
But
Dorothea
never
gave
her
answer
.
Later
in
the
day
,
Lydgate
was
seated
by
her
bedside
,
and
she
was
talking
deliriously
,
thinking
aloud
,
and
recalling
what
had
gone
through
her
mind
the
night
before
.
She
knew
him
,
and
called
him
by
his
name
,
but
appeared
to
think
it
right
that
she
should
explain
everything
to
him
;
and
again
,
and
again
,
begged
him
to
explain
everything
to
her
husband
.
"
Tell
him
I
shall
go
to
him
soon
:
I
am
ready
to
promise
.
Only
,
thinking
about
it
was
so
dreadful
—
it
has
made
me
ill
.
Not
very
ill
.
I
shall
soon
be
better
.
Go
and
tell
him
.
"
But
the
silence
in
her
husband
’
s
ear
was
never
more
to
be
broken
.
A
task
too
strong
for
wizard
spellsThis
squire
had
brought
about
;
‘
T
is
easy
dropping
stones
in
wells
,
But
who
shall
get
them
out
?
"
"
I
wish
to
God
we
could
hinder
Dorothea
from
knowing
this
,
"
said
Sir
James
Chettam
,
with
a
little
frown
on
his
brow
,
and
an
expression
of
intense
disgust
about
his
mouth
.
He
was
standing
on
the
hearth
-
rug
in
the
library
at
Lowick
Grange
,
and
speaking
to
Mr
.
Brooke
.
It
was
the
day
after
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
been
buried
,
and
Dorothea
was
not
yet
able
to
leave
her
room
.
"
That
would
be
difficult
,
you
know
,
Chettam
,
as
she
is
an
executrix
,
and
she
likes
to
go
into
these
things
—
property
,
land
,
that
kind
of
thing
.
She
has
her
notions
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
sticking
his
eye
-
glasses
on
nervously
,
and
exploring
the
edges
of
a
folded
paper
which
he
held
in
his
hand
;
"
and
she
would
like
to
act
—
depend
upon
it
,
as
an
executrix
Dorothea
would
want
to
act
.
And
she
was
twenty
-
one
last
December
,
you
know
.
I
can
hinder
nothing
.
"
Sir
James
looked
at
the
carpet
for
a
minute
in
silence
,
and
then
lifting
his
eyes
suddenly
fixed
them
on
Mr
.
Brooke
,
saying
,
"
I
will
tell
you
what
we
can
do
.
Until
Dorothea
is
well
,
all
business
must
be
kept
from
her
,
and
as
soon
as
she
is
able
to
be
moved
she
must
come
to
us
.
Being
with
Celia
and
the
baby
will
be
the
best
thing
in
the
world
for
her
,
and
will
pass
away
the
time
.
And
meanwhile
you
must
get
rid
of
Ladislaw
:
you
must
send
him
out
of
the
country
.
