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"
You
want
to
decide
whether
you
should
give
a
generous
support
to
the
Hospital
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
I
cannot
conscientiously
advise
you
to
do
it
in
dependence
on
any
activity
of
mine
.
I
may
be
obliged
to
leave
the
town
.
"
He
spoke
curtly
,
feeling
the
ache
of
despair
as
to
his
being
able
to
carry
out
any
purpose
that
Rosamond
had
set
her
mind
against
.
"
Not
because
there
is
no
one
to
believe
in
you
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
pouring
out
her
words
in
clearness
from
a
full
heart
.
"
I
know
the
unhappy
mistakes
about
you
.
I
knew
them
from
the
first
moment
to
be
mistakes
.
You
have
never
done
anything
vile
.
You
would
not
do
anything
dishonorable
.
"
It
was
the
first
assurance
of
belief
in
him
that
had
fallen
on
Lydgate
’
s
ears
.
He
drew
a
deep
breath
,
and
said
,
"
Thank
you
.
"
He
could
say
no
more
:
it
was
something
very
new
and
strange
in
his
life
that
these
few
words
of
trust
from
a
woman
should
be
so
much
to
him
.
"
I
beseech
you
to
tell
me
how
everything
was
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
fearlessly
.
"
I
am
sure
that
the
truth
would
clear
you
.
"
Lydgate
started
up
from
his
chair
and
went
towards
the
window
,
forgetting
where
he
was
.
He
had
so
often
gone
over
in
his
mind
the
possibility
of
explaining
everything
without
aggravating
appearances
that
would
tell
,
perhaps
unfairly
,
against
Bulstrode
,
and
had
so
often
decided
against
it
—
he
had
so
often
said
to
himself
that
his
assertions
would
not
change
people
’
s
impressions
—
that
Dorothea
’
s
words
sounded
like
a
temptation
to
do
something
which
in
his
soberness
he
had
pronounced
to
be
unreasonable
.
"
Tell
me
,
pray
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
simple
earnestness
;
"
then
we
can
consult
together
.
It
is
wicked
to
let
people
think
evil
of
any
one
falsely
,
when
it
can
be
hindered
.
"
Lydgate
turned
,
remembering
where
he
was
,
and
saw
Dorothea
’
s
face
looking
up
at
him
with
a
sweet
trustful
gravity
.
The
presence
of
a
noble
nature
,
generous
in
its
wishes
,
ardent
in
its
charity
,
changes
the
lights
for
us
:
we
begin
to
see
things
again
in
their
larger
,
quieter
masses
,
and
to
believe
that
we
too
can
be
seen
and
judged
in
the
wholeness
of
our
character
.
That
influence
was
beginning
to
act
on
Lydgate
,
who
had
for
many
days
been
seeing
all
life
as
one
who
is
dragged
and
struggling
amid
the
throng
.
He
sat
down
again
,
and
felt
that
he
was
recovering
his
old
self
in
the
consciousness
that
he
was
with
one
who
believed
in
it
.
