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"
Oh
,
what
sad
words
!
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
a
dangerous
tendency
to
sob
.
Then
trying
to
smile
,
she
added
,
"
We
used
to
agree
that
we
were
alike
in
speaking
too
strongly
.
"
"
I
have
not
spoken
too
strongly
now
,
"
said
Will
,
leaning
back
against
the
angle
of
the
wall
.
"
There
are
certain
things
which
a
man
can
only
go
through
once
in
his
life
;
and
he
must
know
some
time
or
other
that
the
best
is
over
with
him
.
This
experience
has
happened
to
me
while
I
am
very
young
—
that
is
all
.
What
I
care
more
for
than
I
can
ever
care
for
anything
else
is
absolutely
forbidden
to
me
—
I
don
’
t
mean
merely
by
being
out
of
my
reach
,
but
forbidden
me
,
even
if
it
were
within
my
reach
,
by
my
own
pride
and
honor
—
by
everything
I
respect
myself
for
.
Of
course
I
shall
go
on
living
as
a
man
might
do
who
had
seen
heaven
in
a
trance
.
"
Will
paused
,
imagining
that
it
would
be
impossible
for
Dorothea
to
misunderstand
this
;
indeed
he
felt
that
he
was
contradicting
himself
and
offending
against
his
self
-
approval
in
speaking
to
her
so
plainly
;
but
still
—
it
could
not
be
fairly
called
wooing
a
woman
to
tell
her
that
he
would
never
woo
her
.
It
must
be
admitted
to
be
a
ghostly
kind
of
wooing
.
But
Dorothea
’
s
mind
was
rapidly
going
over
the
past
with
quite
another
vision
than
his
.
The
thought
that
she
herself
might
be
what
Will
most
cared
for
did
throb
through
her
an
instant
,
but
then
came
doubt
:
the
memory
of
the
little
they
had
lived
through
together
turned
pale
and
shrank
before
the
memory
which
suggested
how
much
fuller
might
have
been
the
intercourse
between
Will
and
some
one
else
with
whom
he
had
had
constant
companionship
.
Everything
he
had
said
might
refer
to
that
other
relation
,
and
whatever
had
passed
between
him
and
herself
was
thoroughly
explained
by
what
she
had
always
regarded
as
their
simple
friendship
and
the
cruel
obstruction
thrust
upon
it
by
her
husband
’
s
injurious
act
.
Dorothea
stood
silent
,
with
her
eyes
cast
down
dreamily
,
while
images
crowded
upon
her
which
left
the
sickening
certainty
that
Will
was
referring
to
Mrs
.
Lydgate
.
But
why
sickening
?
He
wanted
her
to
know
that
here
too
his
conduct
should
be
above
suspicion
.
Will
was
not
surprised
at
her
silence
.
His
mind
also
was
tumultuously
busy
while
he
watched
her
,
and
he
was
feeling
rather
wildly
that
something
must
happen
to
hinder
their
parting
—
some
miracle
,
clearly
nothing
in
their
own
deliberate
speech
.
Yet
,
after
all
,
had
she
any
love
for
him
?
—
he
could
not
pretend
to
himself
that
he
would
rather
believe
her
to
be
without
that
pain
.
He
could
not
deny
that
a
secret
longing
for
the
assurance
that
she
loved
him
was
at
the
root
of
all
his
words
.
Neither
of
them
knew
how
long
they
stood
in
that
way
.
Dorothea
was
raising
her
eyes
,
and
was
about
to
speak
,
when
the
door
opened
and
her
footman
came
to
say
—
"
The
horses
are
ready
,
madam
,
whenever
you
like
to
start
.
"
"
Presently
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
Then
turning
to
Will
,
she
said
,
"
I
have
some
memoranda
to
write
for
the
housekeeper
.
"
