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The
world
,
it
seemed
,
was
turning
ugly
and
hateful
,
and
there
was
no
place
for
her
trustfulness
.
"
It
is
not
true
—
it
is
not
true
!
"
was
the
voice
within
her
that
she
listened
to
;
but
all
the
while
a
remembrance
to
which
there
had
always
clung
a
vague
uneasiness
would
thrust
itself
on
her
attention
—
the
remembrance
of
that
day
when
she
had
found
Will
Ladislaw
with
Mrs
.
Lydgate
,
and
had
heard
his
voice
accompanied
by
the
piano
.
"
He
said
he
would
never
do
anything
that
I
disapproved
—
I
wish
I
could
have
told
him
that
I
disapproved
of
that
,
"
said
poor
Dorothea
,
inwardly
,
feeling
a
strange
alternation
between
anger
with
Will
and
the
passionate
defence
of
him
.
"
They
all
try
to
blacken
him
before
me
;
but
I
will
care
for
no
pain
,
if
he
is
not
to
blame
.
I
always
believed
he
was
good
.
"
—
These
were
her
last
thoughts
before
she
felt
that
the
carriage
was
passing
under
the
archway
of
the
lodge
-
gate
at
the
Grange
,
when
she
hurriedly
pressed
her
handkerchief
to
her
face
and
began
to
think
of
her
errands
.
The
coachman
begged
leave
to
take
out
the
horses
for
half
an
hour
as
there
was
something
wrong
with
a
shoe
;
and
Dorothea
,
having
the
sense
that
she
was
going
to
rest
,
took
off
her
gloves
and
bonnet
,
while
she
was
leaning
against
a
statue
in
the
entrance
-
hall
,
and
talking
to
the
housekeeper
.
At
last
she
said
—
"
I
must
stay
here
a
little
,
Mrs
.
Kell
.
I
will
go
into
the
library
and
write
you
some
memoranda
from
my
uncle
’
s
letter
,
if
you
will
open
the
shutters
for
me
.
"
"
The
shutters
are
open
,
madam
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Kell
,
following
Dorothea
,
who
had
walked
along
as
she
spoke
.
"
Mr
.
Ladislaw
is
there
,
looking
for
something
.
"
(
Will
had
come
to
fetch
a
portfolio
of
his
own
sketches
which
he
had
missed
in
the
act
of
packing
his
movables
,
and
did
not
choose
to
leave
behind
.
)
Dorothea
’
s
heart
seemed
to
turn
over
as
if
it
had
had
a
blow
,
but
she
was
not
perceptibly
checked
:
in
truth
,
the
sense
that
Will
was
there
was
for
the
moment
all
-
satisfying
to
her
,
like
the
sight
of
something
precious
that
one
has
lost
.
When
she
reached
the
door
she
said
to
Mrs
.
Kell
—
"
Go
in
first
,
and
tell
him
that
I
am
here
.
"
Will
had
found
his
portfolio
,
and
had
laid
it
on
the
table
at
the
far
end
of
the
room
,
to
turn
over
the
sketches
and
please
himself
by
looking
at
the
memorable
piece
of
art
which
had
a
relation
to
nature
too
mysterious
for
Dorothea
.
He
was
smiling
at
it
still
,
and
shaking
the
sketches
into
order
with
the
thought
that
he
might
find
a
letter
from
her
awaiting
him
at
Middlemarch
,
when
Mrs
.
Kell
close
to
his
elbow
said
—
"
Mrs
.
Casaubon
is
coming
in
,
sir
.
"
