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Dorothea
put
out
her
hand
and
said
her
good
-
by
cordially
.
The
sense
that
Sir
James
was
depreciating
Will
,
and
behaving
rudely
to
him
,
roused
her
resolution
and
dignity
-
there
was
no
touch
of
confusion
in
her
manner
.
And
when
Will
had
left
the
room
,
she
looked
with
such
calm
self
-
possession
at
Sir
James
,
saying
,
"
How
is
Celia
?
"
that
he
was
obliged
to
behave
as
if
nothing
had
annoyed
him
And
what
would
be
the
use
of
behaving
otherwise
?
Indeed
,
Sir
James
shrank
with
so
much
dislike
from
the
association
even
in
thought
of
Dorothea
with
Ladislaw
as
her
possible
lover
,
that
he
would
himself
have
wished
to
avoid
an
outward
show
of
displeasure
which
would
have
recognized
the
disagreeable
possibility
.
If
any
one
had
asked
him
why
he
shrank
in
that
way
,
I
am
not
sure
that
he
would
at
first
have
said
anything
fuller
or
more
precise
than
"
THAT
Ladislaw
!
"
—
though
on
reflection
he
might
have
urged
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
codicil
,
barring
Dorothea
’
s
marriage
with
Will
,
except
under
a
penalty
,
was
enough
to
cast
unfitness
over
any
relation
at
all
between
them
.
His
aversion
was
all
the
stronger
because
he
felt
himself
unable
to
interfere
.
But
Sir
James
was
a
power
in
a
way
unguessed
by
himself
.
Entering
at
that
moment
,
he
was
an
incorporation
of
the
strongest
reasons
through
which
Will
’
s
pride
became
a
repellent
force
,
keeping
him
asunder
from
Dorothea
Hath
she
her
faults
?
I
would
you
had
them
too
.
They
are
the
fruity
must
of
soundest
wine
;
Or
say
,
they
are
regenerating
fireSuch
as
hath
turned
the
dense
black
elementInto
a
crystal
pathway
for
the
sun
.
If
youth
is
the
season
of
hope
,
it
is
often
so
only
in
the
sense
that
our
elders
are
hopeful
about
us
;
for
no
age
is
so
apt
as
youth
to
think
its
emotions
,
partings
,
and
resolves
are
the
last
of
their
kind
.
Each
crisis
seems
final
,
simply
because
it
is
new
.
We
are
told
that
the
oldest
inhabitants
in
Peru
do
not
cease
to
be
agitated
by
the
earthquakes
,
but
they
probably
see
beyond
each
shock
,
and
reflect
that
there
are
plenty
more
to
come
.
To
Dorothea
,
still
in
that
time
of
youth
when
the
eyes
with
their
long
full
lashes
look
out
after
their
rain
of
tears
unsoiled
and
unwearied
as
a
freshly
opened
passion
-
flower
,
that
morning
’
s
parting
with
Will
Ladislaw
seemed
to
be
the
close
of
their
personal
relations
.
He
was
going
away
into
the
distance
of
unknown
years
,
and
if
ever
he
came
back
he
would
be
another
man
.
The
actual
state
of
his
mind
—
his
proud
resolve
to
give
the
lie
beforehand
to
any
suspicion
that
he
would
play
the
needy
adventurer
seeking
a
rich
woman
—
lay
quite
out
of
her
imagination
,
and
she
had
interpreted
all
his
behavior
easily
enough
by
her
supposition
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
codicil
seemed
to
him
,
as
it
did
to
her
,
a
gross
and
cruel
interdict
on
any
active
friendship
between
them
.
Their
young
delight
in
speaking
to
each
other
,
and
saying
what
no
one
else
would
care
to
hear
,
was
forever
ended
,
and
become
a
treasure
of
the
past
.
For
this
very
reason
she
dwelt
on
it
without
inward
check
.
That
unique
happiness
too
was
dead
,
and
in
its
shadowed
silent
chamber
she
might
vent
the
passionate
grief
which
she
herself
wondered
at
.
For
the
first
time
she
took
down
the
miniature
from
the
wall
and
kept
it
before
her
,
liking
to
blend
the
woman
who
had
been
too
hardly
judged
with
the
grandson
whom
her
own
heart
and
judgment
defended
.
Can
any
one
who
has
rejoiced
in
woman
’
s
tenderness
think
it
a
reproach
to
her
that
she
took
the
little
oval
picture
in
her
palm
and
made
a
bed
for
it
there
,
and
leaned
her
cheek
upon
it
,
as
if
that
would
soothe
the
creatures
who
had
suffered
unjust
condemnation
?
She
did
not
know
then
that
it
was
Love
who
had
come
to
her
briefly
,
as
in
a
dream
before
awaking
,
with
the
hues
of
morning
on
his
wings
—
that
it
was
Love
to
whom
she
was
sobbing
her
farewell
as
his
image
was
banished
by
the
blameless
rigor
of
irresistible
day
.
She
only
felt
that
there
was
something
irrevocably
amiss
and
lost
in
her
lot
,
and
her
thoughts
about
the
future
were
the
more
readily
shapen
into
resolve
.
Ardent
souls
,
ready
to
construct
their
coming
lives
,
are
apt
to
commit
themselves
to
the
fulfilment
of
their
own
visions
.
One
day
that
she
went
to
Freshitt
to
fulfil
her
promise
of
staying
all
night
and
seeing
baby
washed
,
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
came
to
dine
,
the
Rector
being
gone
on
a
fishing
excursion
.
It
was
a
warm
evening
,
and
even
in
the
delightful
drawing
-
room
,
where
the
fine
old
turf
sloped
from
the
open
window
towards
a
lilied
pool
and
well
-
planted
mounds
,
the
heat
was
enough
to
make
Celia
in
her
white
muslin
and
light
curls
reflect
with
pity
on
what
Dodo
must
feel
in
her
black
dress
and
close
cap
.
But
this
was
not
until
some
episodes
with
baby
were
over
,
and
had
left
her
mind
at
leisure
.
She
had
seated
herself
and
taken
up
a
fan
for
some
time
before
she
said
,
in
her
quiet
guttural
—
"
Dear
Dodo
,
do
throw
off
that
cap
.
I
am
sure
your
dress
must
make
you
feel
ill
.
"
