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She
spoke
and
wept
with
that
gentleness
which
makes
such
words
and
tears
omnipotent
over
a
loving
-
hearted
man
.
Lydgate
drew
his
chair
near
to
hers
and
pressed
her
delicate
head
against
his
cheek
with
his
powerful
tender
hand
.
He
only
caressed
her
;
he
did
not
say
anything
;
for
what
was
there
to
say
?
He
could
not
promise
to
shield
her
from
the
dreaded
wretchedness
,
for
he
could
see
no
sure
means
of
doing
so
.
When
he
left
her
to
go
out
again
,
he
told
himself
that
it
was
ten
times
harder
for
her
than
for
him
:
he
had
a
life
away
from
home
,
and
constant
appeals
to
his
activity
on
behalf
of
others
.
He
wished
to
excuse
everything
in
her
if
he
could
—
but
it
was
inevitable
that
in
that
excusing
mood
he
should
think
of
her
as
if
she
were
an
animal
of
another
and
feebler
species
.
Nevertheless
she
had
mastered
him
.
"
’
Tis
one
thing
to
be
tempted
,
Escalus
,
Another
thing
to
fall
.
"
—
Measure
for
Measure
.
Lydgate
certainly
had
good
reason
to
reflect
on
the
service
his
practice
did
him
in
counteracting
his
personal
cares
.
He
had
no
longer
free
energy
enough
for
spontaneous
research
and
speculative
thinking
,
but
by
the
bedside
of
patients
,
the
direct
external
calls
on
his
judgment
and
sympathies
brought
the
added
impulse
needed
to
draw
him
out
of
himself
.
It
was
not
simply
that
beneficent
harness
of
routine
which
enables
silly
men
to
live
respectably
and
unhappy
men
to
live
calmly
—
it
was
a
perpetual
claim
on
the
immediate
fresh
application
of
thought
,
and
on
the
consideration
of
another
’
s
need
and
trial
.
Many
of
us
looking
back
through
life
would
say
that
the
kindest
man
we
have
ever
known
has
been
a
medical
man
,
or
perhaps
that
surgeon
whose
fine
tact
,
directed
by
deeply
informed
perception
,
has
come
to
us
in
our
need
with
a
more
sublime
beneficence
than
that
of
miracle
-
workers
.
Some
of
that
twice
-
blessed
mercy
was
always
with
Lydgate
in
his
work
at
the
Hospital
or
in
private
houses
,
serving
better
than
any
opiate
to
quiet
and
sustain
him
under
his
anxieties
and
his
sense
of
mental
degeneracy
.
Mr
.
Farebrother
’
s
suspicion
as
to
the
opiate
was
true
,
however
.
Under
the
first
galling
pressure
of
foreseen
difficulties
,
and
the
first
perception
that
his
marriage
,
if
it
were
not
to
be
a
yoked
loneliness
,
must
be
a
state
of
effort
to
go
on
loving
without
too
much
care
about
being
loved
,
he
had
once
or
twice
tried
a
dose
of
opium
.
But
he
had
no
hereditary
constitutional
craving
after
such
transient
escapes
from
the
hauntings
of
misery
.
He
was
strong
,
could
drink
a
great
deal
of
wine
,
but
did
not
care
about
it
;
and
when
the
men
round
him
were
drinking
spirits
,
he
took
sugar
and
water
,
having
a
contemptuous
pity
even
for
the
earliest
stages
of
excitement
from
drink
.
It
was
the
same
with
gambling
.
He
had
looked
on
at
a
great
deal
of
gambling
in
Paris
,
watching
it
as
if
it
had
been
a
disease
.
He
was
no
more
tempted
by
such
winning
than
he
was
by
drink
.
He
had
said
to
himself
that
the
only
winning
he
cared
for
must
be
attained
by
a
conscious
process
of
high
,
difficult
combination
tending
towards
a
beneficent
result
.
The
power
he
longed
for
could
not
be
represented
by
agitated
fingers
clutching
a
heap
of
coin
,
or
by
the
half
-
barbarous
,
half
-
idiotic
triumph
in
the
eyes
of
a
man
who
sweeps
within
his
arms
the
ventures
of
twenty
chapfallen
companions
.
But
just
as
he
had
tried
opium
,
so
his
thought
now
began
to
turn
upon
gambling
—
not
with
appetite
for
its
excitement
,
but
with
a
sort
of
wistful
inward
gaze
after
that
easy
way
of
getting
money
,
which
implied
no
asking
and
brought
no
responsibility
.
If
he
had
been
in
London
or
Paris
at
that
time
,
it
is
probable
that
such
thoughts
,
seconded
by
opportunity
,
would
have
taken
him
into
a
gambling
-
house
,
no
longer
to
watch
the
gamblers
,
but
to
watch
with
them
in
kindred
eagerness
.
Repugnance
would
have
been
surmounted
by
the
immense
need
to
win
,
if
chance
would
be
kind
enough
to
let
him
.
An
incident
which
happened
not
very
long
after
that
airy
notion
of
getting
aid
from
his
uncle
had
been
excluded
,
was
a
strong
sign
of
the
effect
that
might
have
followed
any
extant
opportunity
of
gambling
.
The
billiard
-
room
at
the
Green
Dragon
was
the
constant
resort
of
a
certain
set
,
most
of
whom
,
like
our
acquaintance
Mr
.
Bambridge
,
were
regarded
as
men
of
pleasure
.
It
was
here
that
poor
Fred
Vincy
had
made
part
of
his
memorable
debt
,
having
lost
money
in
betting
,
and
been
obliged
to
borrow
of
that
gay
companion
.
It
was
generally
known
in
Middlemarch
that
a
good
deal
of
money
was
lost
and
won
in
this
way
;
and
the
consequent
repute
of
the
Green
Dragon
as
a
place
of
dissipation
naturally
heightened
in
some
quarters
the
temptation
to
go
there
.
Probably
its
regular
visitants
,
like
the
initiates
of
freemasonry
,
wished
that
there
were
something
a
little
more
tremendous
to
keep
to
themselves
concerning
it
;
but
they
were
not
a
closed
community
,
and
many
decent
seniors
as
well
as
juniors
occasionally
turned
into
the
billiard
-
room
to
see
what
was
going
on
.
Lydgate
,
who
had
the
muscular
aptitude
for
billiards
,
and
was
fond
of
the
game
,
had
once
or
twice
in
the
early
days
after
his
arrival
in
Middlemarch
taken
his
turn
with
the
cue
at
the
Green
Dragon
;
but
afterwards
he
had
no
leisure
for
the
game
,
and
no
inclination
for
the
socialities
there
.
One
evening
,
however
,
he
had
occasion
to
seek
Mr
.
Bambridge
at
that
resort
.
The
horsedealer
had
engaged
to
get
him
a
customer
for
his
remaining
good
horse
,
for
which
Lydgate
had
determined
to
substitute
a
cheap
hack
,
hoping
by
this
reduction
of
style
to
get
perhaps
twenty
pounds
;
and
he
cared
now
for
every
small
sum
,
as
a
help
towards
feeding
the
patience
of
his
tradesmen
.
To
run
up
to
the
billiard
-
room
,
as
he
was
passing
,
would
save
time
.
Mr
.
Bambridge
was
not
yet
come
,
bat
would
be
sure
to
arrive
by
-
and
-
by
,
said
his
friend
Mr
.
Horrock
;
and
Lydgate
stayed
,
playing
a
game
for
the
sake
of
passing
the
time
.
That
evening
he
had
the
peculiar
light
in
the
eyes
and
the
unusual
vivacity
which
had
been
once
noticed
in
him
by
Mr
.
Farebrother
.
The
exceptional
fact
of
his
presence
was
much
noticed
in
the
room
,
where
there
was
a
good
deal
of
Middlemarch
company
;
and
several
lookers
-
on
,
as
well
as
some
of
the
players
,
were
betting
with
animation
.
Lydgate
was
playing
well
,
and
felt
confident
;
the
bets
were
dropping
round
him
,
and
with
a
swift
glancing
thought
of
the
probable
gain
which
might
double
the
sum
he
was
saving
from
his
horse
,
he
began
to
bet
on
his
own
play
,
and
won
again
and
again
.
Mr
.
Bambridge
had
come
in
,
but
Lydgate
did
not
notice
him
.
