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"
I
wonder
what
,
"
said
Celia
,
folding
her
arms
cozily
and
leaning
forward
upon
them
.
"
Oh
,
all
the
troubles
of
all
people
on
the
face
of
the
earth
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
lifting
her
arms
to
the
back
of
her
head
.
"
Dear
me
,
Dodo
,
are
you
going
to
have
a
scheme
for
them
?
"
said
Celia
,
a
little
uneasy
at
this
Hamlet
-
like
raving
.
But
Sir
James
came
in
again
,
ready
to
accompany
Dorothea
to
the
Grange
,
and
she
finished
her
expedition
well
,
not
swerving
in
her
resolution
until
she
descended
at
her
own
door
.
Would
it
were
yesterday
and
I
i
’
the
grave
,
With
her
sweet
faith
above
for
monument
"
Rosamond
and
Will
stood
motionless
—
they
did
not
know
how
long
—
he
looking
towards
the
spot
where
Dorothea
had
stood
,
and
she
looking
towards
him
with
doubt
.
It
seemed
an
endless
time
to
Rosamond
,
in
whose
inmost
soul
there
was
hardly
so
much
annoyance
as
gratification
from
what
had
just
happened
.
Shallow
natures
dream
of
an
easy
sway
over
the
emotions
of
others
,
trusting
implicitly
in
their
own
petty
magic
to
turn
the
deepest
streams
,
and
confident
,
by
pretty
gestures
and
remarks
,
of
making
the
thing
that
is
not
as
though
it
were
.
She
knew
that
Will
had
received
a
severe
blow
,
but
she
had
been
little
used
to
imagining
other
people
’
s
states
of
mind
except
as
a
material
cut
into
shape
by
her
own
wishes
;
and
she
believed
in
her
own
power
to
soothe
or
subdue
.
Even
Tertius
,
that
most
perverse
of
men
,
was
always
subdued
in
the
long
-
run
:
events
had
been
obstinate
,
but
still
Rosamond
would
have
said
now
,
as
she
did
before
her
marriage
,
that
she
never
gave
up
what
she
had
set
her
mind
on
.
She
put
out
her
arm
and
laid
the
tips
of
her
fingers
on
Will
’
s
coat
-
sleeve
.
"
Don
’
t
touch
me
!
"
he
said
,
with
an
utterance
like
the
cut
of
a
lash
,
darting
from
her
,
and
changing
from
pink
to
white
and
back
again
,
as
if
his
whole
frame
were
tingling
with
the
pain
of
the
sting
.
He
wheeled
round
to
the
other
side
of
the
room
and
stood
opposite
to
her
,
with
the
tips
of
his
fingers
in
his
pockets
and
his
head
thrown
back
,
looking
fiercely
not
at
Rosamond
but
at
a
point
a
few
inches
away
from
her
.
She
was
keenly
offended
,
but
the
Signs
she
made
of
this
were
such
as
only
Lydgate
was
used
to
interpret
.
She
became
suddenly
quiet
and
seated
herself
,
untying
her
hanging
bonnet
and
laying
it
down
with
her
shawl
.
Her
little
hands
which
she
folded
before
her
were
very
cold
.
