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"
It
would
be
very
unkind
of
you
to
suppose
that
I
ever
attributed
any
meanness
to
you
,
"
she
began
.
Then
in
her
ardent
way
,
wanting
to
plead
with
him
,
she
moved
from
her
chair
and
went
in
front
of
him
to
her
old
place
in
the
window
,
saying
,
"
Do
you
suppose
that
I
ever
disbelieved
in
you
?
"
When
Will
saw
her
there
,
he
gave
a
start
and
moved
backward
out
of
the
window
,
without
meeting
her
glance
.
Dorothea
was
hurt
by
this
movement
following
up
the
previous
anger
of
his
tone
.
She
was
ready
to
say
that
it
was
as
hard
on
her
as
on
him
,
and
that
she
was
helpless
;
but
those
strange
particulars
of
their
relation
which
neither
of
them
could
explicitly
mention
kept
her
always
in
dread
of
saying
too
much
.
At
this
moment
she
had
no
belief
that
Will
would
in
any
case
have
wanted
to
marry
her
,
and
she
feared
using
words
which
might
imply
such
a
belief
.
She
only
said
earnestly
,
recurring
to
his
last
word
—
"
I
am
sure
no
safeguard
was
ever
needed
against
you
.
"
Will
did
not
answer
.
In
the
stormy
fluctuation
of
his
feelings
these
words
of
hers
seemed
to
him
cruelly
neutral
,
and
he
looked
pale
and
miserable
after
his
angry
outburst
.
He
went
to
the
table
and
fastened
up
his
portfolio
,
while
Dorothea
looked
at
him
from
the
distance
.
They
were
wasting
these
last
moments
together
in
wretched
silence
.
What
could
he
say
,
since
what
had
got
obstinately
uppermost
in
his
mind
was
the
passionate
love
for
her
which
he
forbade
himself
to
utter
?
What
could
she
say
,
since
she
might
offer
him
no
help
—
since
she
was
forced
to
keep
the
money
that
ought
to
have
been
his
?
—
since
to
-
day
he
seemed
not
to
respond
as
he
used
to
do
to
her
thorough
trust
and
liking
?
But
Will
at
last
turned
away
from
his
portfolio
and
approached
the
window
again
.
"
I
must
go
,
"
he
said
,
with
that
peculiar
look
of
the
eyes
which
sometimes
accompanies
bitter
feeling
,
as
if
they
had
been
tired
and
burned
with
gazing
too
close
at
a
light
.
"
What
shall
you
do
in
life
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
timidly
.
"
Have
your
intentions
remained
just
the
same
as
when
we
said
good
-
by
before
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Will
,
in
a
tone
that
seemed
to
waive
the
subject
as
uninteresting
.
"
I
shall
work
away
at
the
first
thing
that
offers
.
I
suppose
one
gets
a
habit
of
doing
without
happiness
or
hope
.
"
