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"
To
be
sure
there
is
.
Nobody
knows
that
better
than
you
,
"
said
Will
,
with
light
gallantry
,
but
inwardly
prepared
to
be
angry
.
"
It
is
really
the
most
charming
romance
:
Mr
.
Casaubon
jealous
,
and
foreseeing
that
there
was
no
one
else
whom
Mrs
.
Casaubon
would
so
much
like
to
marry
,
and
no
one
who
would
so
much
like
to
marry
her
as
a
certain
gentleman
;
and
then
laying
a
plan
to
spoil
all
by
making
her
forfeit
her
property
if
she
did
marry
that
gentleman
—
and
then
—
and
then
—
and
then
—
oh
,
I
have
no
doubt
the
end
will
be
thoroughly
romantic
.
"
"
Great
God
!
what
do
you
mean
?
"
said
Will
,
flushing
over
face
and
ears
,
his
features
seeming
to
change
as
if
he
had
had
a
violent
shake
.
"
Don
’
t
joke
;
tell
me
what
you
mean
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
really
know
?
"
said
Rosamond
,
no
longer
playful
,
and
desiring
nothing
better
than
to
tell
in
order
that
she
might
evoke
effects
.
"
No
!
"
he
returned
,
impatiently
.
"
Don
’
t
know
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
has
left
it
in
his
will
that
if
Mrs
.
Casaubon
marries
you
she
is
to
forfeit
all
her
property
?
"
"
How
do
you
know
that
it
is
true
?
"
said
Will
,
eagerly
.
"
My
brother
Fred
heard
it
from
the
Farebrothers
.
"
Will
started
up
from
his
chair
and
reached
his
hat
.
"
I
dare
say
she
likes
you
better
than
the
property
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
looking
at
him
from
a
distance
.
"
Pray
don
’
t
say
any
more
about
it
,
"
said
Will
,
in
a
hoarse
undertone
extremely
unlike
his
usual
light
voice
.
"
It
is
a
foul
insult
to
her
and
to
me
.
"
Then
he
sat
down
absently
,
looking
before
him
,
but
seeing
nothing
.
