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"
Oh
no
,
dear
!
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
But
look
here
,
"
he
continued
,
drawing
a
paper
from
his
pocket
and
opening
it
;
"
here
is
Dover
’
s
account
.
See
,
I
have
marked
a
number
of
articles
,
which
if
we
returned
them
would
reduce
the
amount
by
thirty
pounds
.
and
more
.
I
have
not
marked
any
of
the
jewellery
.
"
Lydgate
had
really
felt
this
point
of
the
jewellery
very
bitter
to
himself
;
but
he
had
overcome
the
feeling
by
severe
argument
.
He
could
not
propose
to
Rosamond
that
she
should
return
any
particular
present
of
his
,
but
he
had
told
himself
that
he
was
bound
to
put
Dover
’
s
offer
before
her
,
and
her
inward
prompting
might
make
the
affair
easy
.
"
It
is
useless
for
me
to
look
,
Tertius
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
calmly
;
"
you
will
return
what
you
please
.
"
She
would
not
turn
her
eyes
on
the
paper
,
and
Lydgate
,
flushing
up
to
the
roots
of
his
hair
,
drew
it
back
and
let
it
fall
on
his
knee
.
Meanwhile
Rosamond
quietly
went
out
of
the
room
,
leaving
Lydgate
helpless
and
wondering
.
Was
she
not
coming
back
?
It
seemed
that
she
had
no
more
identified
herself
with
him
than
if
they
had
been
creatures
of
different
species
and
opposing
interests
.
He
tossed
his
head
and
thrust
his
hands
deep
into
his
pockets
with
a
sort
of
vengeance
.
There
was
still
science
—
there
were
still
good
objects
to
work
for
.
He
must
give
a
tug
still
—
all
the
stronger
because
other
satisfactions
were
going
.
But
the
door
opened
and
Rosamond
re
-
entered
.
She
carried
the
leather
box
containing
the
amethysts
,
and
a
tiny
ornamental
basket
which
contained
other
boxes
,
and
laying
them
on
the
chair
where
she
had
been
sitting
,
she
said
,
with
perfect
propriety
in
her
air
—
"
This
is
all
the
jewellery
you
ever
gave
me
.
You
can
return
what
you
like
of
it
,
and
of
the
plate
also
.
You
will
not
,
of
course
,
expect
me
to
stay
at
home
to
-
morrow
.
I
shall
go
to
papa
’
s
.
"
To
many
women
the
look
Lydgate
cast
at
her
would
have
been
more
terrible
than
one
of
anger
:
it
had
in
it
a
despairing
acceptance
of
the
distance
she
was
placing
between
them
.
"
And
when
shall
you
come
back
again
?
"
he
said
,
with
a
bitter
edge
on
his
accent
.
"
Oh
,
in
the
evening
.
Of
course
I
shall
not
mention
the
subject
to
mamma
.
"
Rosamond
was
convinced
that
no
woman
could
behave
more
irreproachably
than
she
was
behaving
;
and
she
went
to
sit
down
at
her
work
-
table
.
Lydgate
sat
meditating
a
minute
or
two
,
and
the
result
was
that
he
said
,
with
some
of
the
old
emotion
in
his
tone
—
"
Now
we
have
been
united
,
Rosy
,
you
should
not
leave
me
to
myself
in
the
first
trouble
that
has
come
.
"
