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"
That
is
an
affair
of
the
heart
with
my
aunt
,
"
said
Mr
.
Farebrother
,
smiling
at
Dorothea
,
as
he
reseated
himself
.
"
If
Henrietta
Noble
forms
an
attachment
to
any
one
,
Mrs
.
Casaubon
,
"
said
his
mother
,
emphatically
—
"
she
is
like
a
dog
—
she
would
take
their
shoes
for
a
pillow
and
sleep
the
better
.
"
"
Mr
.
Ladislaw
’
s
shoes
,
I
would
,
"
said
Henrietta
Noble
.
Dorothea
made
an
attempt
at
smiling
in
return
.
She
was
surprised
and
annoyed
to
find
that
her
heart
was
palpitating
violently
,
and
that
it
was
quite
useless
to
try
after
a
recovery
of
her
former
animation
.
Alarmed
at
herself
—
fearing
some
further
betrayal
of
a
change
so
marked
in
its
occasion
,
she
rose
and
said
in
a
low
voice
with
undisguised
anxiety
,
"
I
must
go
;
I
have
overtired
myself
.
"
Mr
.
Farebrother
,
quick
in
perception
,
rose
and
said
,
"
It
is
true
;
you
must
have
half
-
exhausted
yourself
in
talking
about
Lydgate
.
That
sort
of
work
tells
upon
one
after
the
excitement
is
over
.
"
He
gave
her
his
arm
back
to
the
Manor
,
but
Dorothea
did
not
attempt
to
speak
,
even
when
he
said
good
-
night
.
The
limit
of
resistance
was
reached
,
and
she
had
sunk
back
helpless
within
the
clutch
of
inescapable
anguish
.
Dismissing
Tantripp
with
a
few
faint
words
,
she
locked
her
door
,
and
turning
away
from
it
towards
the
vacant
room
she
pressed
her
hands
hard
on
the
top
of
her
head
,
and
moaned
out
—
"
Oh
,
I
did
love
him
!
"
Then
came
the
hour
in
which
the
waves
of
suffering
shook
her
too
thoroughly
to
leave
any
power
of
thought
.
She
could
only
cry
in
loud
whispers
,
between
her
sobs
,
after
her
lost
belief
which
she
had
planted
and
kept
alive
from
a
very
little
seed
since
the
days
in
Rome
—
after
her
lost
joy
of
clinging
with
silent
love
and
faith
to
one
who
,
misprized
by
others
,
was
worthy
in
her
thought
—
after
her
lost
woman
’
s
pride
of
reigning
in
his
memory
—
after
her
sweet
dim
perspective
of
hope
,
that
along
some
pathway
they
should
meet
with
unchanged
recognition
and
take
up
the
backward
years
as
a
yesterday
.
