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But
this
morning
Rosamond
descended
from
her
room
upstairs
—
where
she
sometimes
sat
the
whole
day
when
Lydgate
was
out
—
equipped
for
a
walk
in
the
town
.
She
had
a
letter
to
post
—
a
letter
addressed
to
Mr
.
Ladislaw
and
written
with
charming
discretion
,
but
intended
to
hasten
his
arrival
by
a
hint
of
trouble
.
The
servant
-
maid
,
their
sole
house
-
servant
now
,
noticed
her
coming
down
-
stairs
in
her
walking
dress
,
and
thought
"
there
never
did
anybody
look
so
pretty
in
a
bonnet
poor
thing
.
"
Meanwhile
Dorothea
’
s
mind
was
filled
with
her
project
of
going
to
Rosamond
,
and
with
the
many
thoughts
,
both
of
the
past
and
the
probable
future
,
which
gathered
round
the
idea
of
that
visit
.
Until
yesterday
when
Lydgate
had
opened
to
her
a
glimpse
of
some
trouble
in
his
married
life
,
the
image
of
Mrs
.
Lydgate
had
always
been
associated
for
her
with
that
of
Will
Ladislaw
.
Even
in
her
most
uneasy
moments
—
even
when
she
had
been
agitated
by
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
’
s
painfully
graphic
report
of
gossip
—
her
effort
,
nay
,
her
strongest
impulsive
prompting
,
had
been
towards
the
vindication
of
Will
from
any
sullying
surmises
;
and
when
,
in
her
meeting
with
him
afterwards
,
she
had
at
first
interpreted
his
words
as
a
probable
allusion
to
a
feeling
towards
Mrs
.
Lydgate
which
he
was
determined
to
cut
himself
off
from
indulging
,
she
had
had
a
quick
,
sad
,
excusing
vision
of
the
charm
there
might
be
in
his
constant
opportunities
of
companionship
with
that
fair
creature
,
who
most
likely
shared
his
other
tastes
as
she
evidently
did
his
delight
in
music
.
But
there
had
followed
his
parting
words
—
the
few
passionate
words
in
which
he
had
implied
that
she
herself
was
the
object
of
whom
his
love
held
him
in
dread
,
that
it
was
his
love
for
her
only
which
he
was
resolved
not
to
declare
but
to
carry
away
into
banishment
.
From
the
time
of
that
parting
,
Dorothea
,
believing
in
Will
’
s
love
for
her
,
believing
with
a
proud
delight
in
his
delicate
sense
of
honor
and
his
determination
that
no
one
should
impeach
him
justly
,
felt
her
heart
quite
at
rest
as
to
the
regard
he
might
have
for
Mrs
.
Lydgate
.
She
was
sure
that
the
regard
was
blameless
.
There
are
natures
in
which
,
if
they
love
us
,
we
are
conscious
of
having
a
sort
of
baptism
and
consecration
:
they
bind
us
over
to
rectitude
and
purity
by
their
pure
belief
about
us
;
and
our
sins
become
that
worst
kind
of
sacrilege
which
tears
down
the
invisible
altar
of
trust
.
"
If
you
are
not
good
,
none
is
good
"
—
those
little
words
may
give
a
terrific
meaning
to
responsibility
,
may
hold
a
vitriolic
intensity
for
remorse
.
Dorothea
’
s
nature
was
of
that
kind
:
her
own
passionate
faults
lay
along
the
easily
counted
open
channels
of
her
ardent
character
;
and
while
she
was
full
of
pity
for
the
,
visible
mistakes
of
others
,
she
had
not
yet
any
material
within
her
experience
for
subtle
constructions
and
suspicions
of
hidden
wrong
.
But
that
simplicity
of
hers
,
holding
up
an
ideal
for
others
in
her
believing
conception
of
them
,
was
one
of
the
great
powers
of
her
womanhood
.
And
it
had
from
the
first
acted
strongly
on
Will
Ladislaw
.
He
felt
,
when
he
parted
from
her
,
that
the
brief
words
by
which
he
had
tried
to
convey
to
her
his
feeling
about
herself
and
the
division
which
her
fortune
made
between
them
,
would
only
profit
by
their
brevity
when
Dorothea
had
to
interpret
them
:
he
felt
that
in
her
mind
he
had
found
his
highest
estimate
.
And
he
was
right
there
.
In
the
months
since
their
parting
Dorothea
had
felt
a
delicious
though
sad
repose
in
their
relation
to
each
other
,
as
one
which
was
inwardly
whole
and
without
blemish
.
She
had
an
active
force
of
antagonism
within
her
,
when
the
antagonism
turned
on
the
defence
either
of
plans
or
persons
that
she
believed
in
;
and
the
wrongs
which
she
felt
that
Will
had
received
from
her
husband
,
and
the
external
conditions
which
to
others
were
grounds
for
slighting
him
,
only
gave
the
more
tenacity
to
her
affection
and
admiring
judgment
.
And
now
with
the
disclosures
about
Bulstrode
had
come
another
fact
affecting
Will
’
s
social
position
,
which
roused
afresh
Dorothea
’
s
inward
resistance
to
what
was
said
about
him
in
that
part
of
her
world
which
lay
within
park
palings
.
"
Young
Ladislaw
the
grandson
of
a
thieving
Jew
pawnbroker
"
was
a
phrase
which
had
entered
emphatically
into
the
dialogues
about
the
Bulstrode
business
,
at
Lowick
,
Tipton
,
and
Freshitt
,
and
was
a
worse
kind
of
placard
on
poor
Will
’
s
back
than
the
"
Italian
with
white
mice
.
"
Upright
Sir
James
Chettam
was
convinced
that
his
own
satisfaction
was
righteous
when
he
thought
with
some
complacency
that
here
was
an
added
league
to
that
mountainous
distance
between
Ladislaw
and
Dorothea
,
which
enabled
him
to
dismiss
any
anxiety
in
that
direction
as
too
absurd
.
And
perhaps
there
had
been
some
pleasure
in
pointing
Mr
.
Brooke
’
s
attention
to
this
ugly
bit
of
Ladislaw
’
s
genealogy
,
as
a
fresh
candle
for
him
to
see
his
own
folly
by
.
Dorothea
had
observed
the
animus
with
which
Will
’
s
part
in
the
painful
story
had
been
recalled
more
than
once
;
but
she
had
uttered
no
word
,
being
checked
now
,
as
she
had
not
been
formerly
in
speaking
of
Will
,
by
the
consciousness
of
a
deeper
relation
between
them
which
must
always
remain
in
consecrated
secrecy
.
But
her
silence
shrouded
her
resistant
emotion
into
a
more
thorough
glow
;
and
this
misfortune
in
Will
’
s
lot
which
,
it
seemed
,
others
were
wishing
to
fling
at
his
back
as
an
opprobrium
,
only
gave
something
more
of
enthusiasm
to
her
clinging
thought
.
She
entertained
no
visions
of
their
ever
coming
into
nearer
union
,
and
yet
she
had
taken
no
posture
of
renunciation
.
She
had
accepted
her
whole
relation
to
Will
very
simply
as
part
of
her
marriage
sorrows
,
and
would
have
thought
it
very
sinful
in
her
to
keep
up
an
inward
wail
because
she
was
not
completely
happy
,
being
rather
disposed
to
dwell
on
the
superfluities
of
her
lot
.
She
could
bear
that
the
chief
pleasures
of
her
tenderness
should
lie
in
memory
,
and
the
idea
of
marriage
came
to
her
solely
as
a
repulsive
proposition
from
some
suitor
of
whom
she
at
present
knew
nothing
,
but
whose
merits
,
as
seen
by
her
friends
,
would
be
a
source
of
torment
to
her
:
—
"
somebody
who
will
manage
your
property
for
you
,
my
dear
,
"
was
Mr
.
Brooke
’
s
attractive
suggestion
of
suitable
characteristics
.
"
I
should
like
to
manage
it
myself
,
if
I
knew
what
to
do
with
it
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
