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But
the
gentle
gray
,
unprepared
for
the
crash
of
a
tree
that
was
being
felled
on
the
edge
of
Halsell
wood
,
took
fright
,
and
caused
a
worse
fright
to
Rosamond
,
leading
finally
to
the
loss
of
her
baby
.
Lydgate
could
not
show
his
anger
towards
her
,
but
he
was
rather
bearish
to
the
Captain
,
whose
visit
naturally
soon
came
to
an
end
.
In
all
future
conversations
on
the
subject
,
Rosamond
was
mildly
certain
that
the
ride
had
made
no
difference
,
and
that
if
she
had
stayed
at
home
the
same
symptoms
would
have
come
on
and
would
have
ended
in
the
same
way
,
because
she
had
felt
something
like
them
before
.
Lydgate
could
only
say
,
"
Poor
,
poor
darling
!
"
—
but
he
secretly
wondered
over
the
terrible
tenacity
of
this
mild
creature
.
There
was
gathering
within
him
an
amazed
sense
of
his
powerlessness
over
Rosamond
.
His
superior
knowledge
and
mental
force
,
instead
of
being
,
as
he
had
imagined
,
a
shrine
to
consult
on
all
occasions
,
was
simply
set
aside
on
every
practical
question
.
He
had
regarded
Rosamond
’
s
cleverness
as
precisely
of
the
receptive
kind
which
became
a
woman
.
He
was
now
beginning
to
find
out
what
that
cleverness
was
—
what
was
the
shape
into
which
it
had
run
as
into
a
close
network
aloof
and
independent
.
No
one
quicker
than
Rosamond
to
see
causes
and
effects
which
lay
within
the
track
of
her
own
tastes
and
interests
:
she
had
seen
clearly
Lydgate
’
s
preeminence
in
Middlemarch
society
,
and
could
go
on
imaginatively
tracing
still
more
agreeable
social
effects
when
his
talent
should
have
advanced
him
;
but
for
her
,
his
professional
and
scientific
ambition
had
no
other
relation
to
these
desirable
effects
than
if
they
had
been
the
fortunate
discovery
of
an
ill
-
smelling
oil
.
And
that
oil
apart
,
with
which
she
had
nothing
to
do
,
of
course
she
believed
in
her
own
opinion
more
than
she
did
in
his
.
Lydgate
was
astounded
to
find
in
numberless
trifling
matters
,
as
well
as
in
this
last
serious
case
of
the
riding
,
that
affection
did
not
make
her
compliant
.
He
had
no
doubt
that
the
affection
was
there
,
and
had
no
presentiment
that
he
had
done
anything
to
repel
it
.
For
his
own
part
he
said
to
himself
that
he
loved
her
as
tenderly
as
ever
,
and
could
make
up
his
mind
-
to
her
negations
;
but
—
well
!
Lydgate
was
much
worried
,
and
conscious
of
new
elements
in
his
life
as
noxious
to
him
as
an
inlet
of
mud
to
a
creature
that
has
been
used
to
breathe
and
bathe
and
dart
after
its
illuminated
prey
in
the
clearest
of
waters
.
Rosamond
was
soon
looking
lovelier
than
ever
at
her
worktable
,
enjoying
drives
in
her
father
’
s
phaeton
and
thinking
it
likely
that
she
might
be
invited
to
Quallingham
.
She
knew
that
she
was
a
much
more
exquisite
ornament
to
the
drawing
-
room
there
than
any
daughter
of
the
family
,
and
in
reflecting
that
the
gentlemen
were
aware
of
that
,
did
not
perhaps
sufficiently
consider
whether
the
ladies
would
be
eager
to
see
themselves
surpassed
.
Lydgate
,
relieved
from
anxiety
about
her
,
relapsed
into
what
she
inwardly
called
his
moodiness
—
a
name
which
to
her
covered
his
thoughtful
preoccupation
with
other
subjects
than
herself
,
as
well
as
that
uneasy
look
of
the
brow
and
distaste
for
all
ordinary
things
as
if
they
were
mixed
with
bitter
herbs
,
which
really
made
a
sort
of
weather
-
glass
to
his
vexation
and
foreboding
.
These
latter
states
of
mind
had
one
cause
amongst
others
,
which
he
had
generously
but
mistakenly
avoided
mentioning
to
Rosamond
,
lest
it
should
affect
her
health
and
spirits
.
Between
him
and
her
indeed
there
was
that
total
missing
of
each
other
’
s
mental
track
,
which
is
too
evidently
possible
even
between
persons
who
are
continually
thinking
of
each
other
.
To
Lydgate
it
seemed
that
he
had
been
spending
month
after
month
in
sacrificing
more
than
half
of
his
best
intent
and
best
power
to
his
tenderness
for
Rosamond
;
bearing
her
little
claims
and
interruptions
without
impatience
,
and
,
above
all
,
bearing
without
betrayal
of
bitterness
to
look
through
less
and
less
of
interfering
illusion
at
the
blank
unreflecting
surface
her
mind
presented
to
his
ardor
for
the
more
impersonal
ends
of
his
profession
and
his
scientific
study
,
an
ardor
which
he
had
fancied
that
the
ideal
wife
must
somehow
worship
as
sublime
,
though
not
in
the
least
knowing
why
.
But
his
endurance
was
mingled
with
a
self
-
discontent
which
,
if
we
know
how
to
be
candid
,
we
shall
confess
to
make
more
than
half
our
bitterness
under
grievances
,
wife
or
husband
included
.
It
always
remains
true
that
if
we
had
been
greater
,
circumstance
would
have
been
less
strong
against
us
.
Lydgate
was
aware
that
his
concessions
to
Rosamond
were
often
little
more
than
the
lapse
of
slackening
resolution
,
the
creeping
paralysis
apt
to
seize
an
enthusiasm
which
is
out
of
adjustment
to
a
constant
portion
of
our
lives
.
And
on
Lydgate
’
s
enthusiasm
there
was
constantly
pressing
not
a
simple
weight
of
sorrow
,
but
the
biting
presence
of
a
petty
degrading
care
,
such
as
casts
the
blight
of
irony
over
all
higher
effort
.
This
was
the
care
which
he
had
hitherto
abstained
from
mentioning
to
Rosamond
;
and
he
believed
,
with
some
wonder
,
that
it
had
never
entered
her
mind
,
though
certainly
no
difficulty
could
be
less
mysterious
.
It
was
an
inference
with
a
conspicuous
handle
to
it
,
and
had
been
easily
drawn
by
indifferent
observers
,
that
Lydgate
was
in
debt
;
and
he
could
not
succeed
in
keeping
out
of
his
mind
for
long
together
that
he
was
every
day
getting
deeper
into
that
swamp
,
which
tempts
men
towards
it
with
such
a
pretty
covering
of
flowers
and
verdure
.
It
is
wonderful
how
soon
a
man
gets
up
to
his
chin
there
—
in
a
condition
in
which
,
spite
of
himself
,
he
is
forced
to
think
chiefly
of
release
,
though
he
had
a
scheme
of
the
universe
in
his
soul
.
