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The
pity
which
had
been
the
restraining
compelling
motive
in
her
life
with
him
still
clung
about
his
image
,
even
while
she
remonstrated
with
him
in
indignant
thought
and
told
him
that
he
was
unjust
.
One
little
act
of
hers
may
perhaps
be
smiled
at
as
superstitious
.
The
Synoptical
Tabulation
for
the
use
of
Mrs
.
Casaubon
,
she
carefully
enclosed
and
sealed
,
writing
within
the
envelope
,
"
I
could
not
use
it
.
Do
you
not
see
now
that
I
could
not
submit
my
soul
to
yours
,
by
working
hopelessly
at
what
I
have
no
belief
in
—
Dorothea
?
"
Then
she
deposited
the
paper
in
her
own
desk
.
That
silent
colloquy
was
perhaps
only
the
more
earnest
because
underneath
and
through
it
all
there
was
always
the
deep
longing
which
had
really
determined
her
to
come
to
Lowick
.
The
longing
was
to
see
Will
Ladislaw
.
She
did
not
know
any
good
that
could
come
of
their
meeting
:
she
was
helpless
;
her
hands
had
been
tied
from
making
up
to
him
for
any
unfairness
in
his
lot
.
But
her
soul
thirsted
to
see
him
.
How
could
it
be
otherwise
?
If
a
princess
in
the
days
of
enchantment
had
seen
a
four
-
footed
creature
from
among
those
which
live
in
herds
come
to
her
once
and
again
with
a
human
gaze
which
rested
upon
her
with
choice
and
beseeching
,
what
would
she
think
of
in
her
journeying
,
what
would
she
look
for
when
the
herds
passed
her
?
Surely
for
the
gaze
which
had
found
her
,
and
which
she
would
know
again
.
Life
would
be
no
better
than
candle
-
light
tinsel
and
daylight
rubbish
if
our
spirits
were
not
touched
by
what
has
been
,
to
issues
of
longing
and
constancy
.
It
was
true
that
Dorothea
wanted
to
know
the
Farebrothers
better
,
and
especially
to
talk
to
the
new
rector
,
but
also
true
that
remembering
what
Lydgate
had
told
her
about
Will
Ladislaw
and
little
Miss
Noble
,
she
counted
on
Will
’
s
coming
to
Lowick
to
see
the
Farebrother
family
.
The
very
first
Sunday
,
BEFORE
she
entered
the
church
,
she
saw
him
as
she
had
seen
him
the
last
time
she
was
there
,
alone
in
the
clergyman
’
s
pew
;
but
WHEN
she
entered
his
figure
was
gone
.
In
the
week
-
days
when
she
went
to
see
the
ladies
at
the
Rectory
,
she
listened
in
vain
for
some
word
that
they
might
let
fall
about
Will
;
but
it
seemed
to
her
that
Mrs
.
Farebrother
talked
of
every
one
else
in
the
neighborhood
and
out
of
it
.
"
Probably
some
of
Mr
.
Farebrother
’
s
Middlemarch
hearers
may
follow
him
to
Lowick
sometimes
.
Do
you
not
think
so
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
rather
despising
herself
for
having
a
secret
motive
in
asking
the
question
.
"
If
they
are
wise
they
will
,
Mrs
.
Casaubon
,
"
said
the
old
lady
.
"
I
see
that
you
set
a
right
value
on
my
son
’
s
preaching
.
His
grandfather
on
my
side
was
an
excellent
clergyman
,
but
his
father
was
in
the
law
:
—
most
exemplary
and
honest
nevertheless
,
which
is
a
reason
for
our
never
being
rich
.
They
say
Fortune
is
a
woman
and
capricious
.
But
sometimes
she
is
a
good
woman
and
gives
to
those
who
merit
,
which
has
been
the
case
with
you
,
Mrs
.
Casaubon
,
who
have
given
a
living
to
my
son
.
"
Mrs
.
Farebrother
recurred
to
her
knitting
with
a
dignified
satisfaction
in
her
neat
little
effort
at
oratory
,
but
this
was
not
what
Dorothea
wanted
to
hear
.
Poor
thing
!
she
did
not
even
know
whether
Will
Ladislaw
was
still
at
Middlemarch
,
and
there
was
no
one
whom
she
dared
to
ask
,
unless
it
were
Lydgate
.
But
just
now
she
could
not
see
Lydgate
without
sending
for
him
or
going
to
seek
him
.
Perhaps
Will
Ladislaw
,
having
heard
of
that
strange
ban
against
him
left
by
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
had
felt
it
better
that
he
and
she
should
not
meet
again
,
and
perhaps
she
was
wrong
to
wish
for
a
meeting
that
others
might
find
many
good
reasons
against
.
Still
"
I
do
wish
it
"
came
at
the
end
of
those
wise
reflections
as
naturally
as
a
sob
after
holding
the
breath
.
And
the
meeting
did
happen
,
but
in
a
formal
way
quite
unexpected
by
her
.
One
morning
,
about
eleven
,
Dorothea
was
seated
in
her
boudoir
with
a
map
of
the
land
attached
to
the
manor
and
other
papers
before
her
,
which
were
to
help
her
in
making
an
exact
statement
for
herself
of
her
income
and
affairs
.
She
had
not
yet
applied
herself
to
her
work
,
but
was
seated
with
her
hands
folded
on
her
lap
,
looking
out
along
the
avenue
of
limes
to
the
distant
fields
.
Every
leaf
was
at
rest
in
the
sunshine
,
the
familiar
scene
was
changeless
,
and
seemed
to
represent
the
prospect
of
her
life
,
full
of
motiveless
ease
—
motiveless
,
if
her
own
energy
could
not
seek
out
reasons
for
ardent
action
.
The
widow
’
s
cap
of
those
times
made
an
oval
frame
for
the
face
,
and
had
a
crown
standing
up
;
the
dress
was
an
experiment
in
the
utmost
laying
on
of
crape
;
but
this
heavy
solemnity
of
clothing
made
her
face
look
all
the
younger
,
with
its
recovered
bloom
,
and
the
sweet
,
inquiring
candor
of
her
eyes
.
