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And
what
sort
of
crisis
might
not
this
be
in
three
lives
whose
contact
with
hers
laid
an
obligation
on
her
as
if
they
had
been
suppliants
bearing
the
sacred
branch
?
The
objects
of
her
rescue
were
not
to
be
sought
out
by
her
fancy
:
they
were
chosen
for
her
.
She
yearned
towards
the
perfect
Right
,
that
it
might
make
a
throne
within
her
,
and
rule
her
errant
will
.
"
What
should
I
do
—
how
should
I
act
now
,
this
very
day
,
if
I
could
clutch
my
own
pain
,
and
compel
it
to
silence
,
and
think
of
those
three
?
"
It
had
taken
long
for
her
to
come
to
that
question
,
and
there
was
light
piercing
into
the
room
.
She
opened
her
curtains
,
and
looked
out
towards
the
bit
of
road
that
lay
in
view
,
with
fields
beyond
outside
the
entrance
-
gates
.
On
the
road
there
was
a
man
with
a
bundle
on
his
back
and
a
woman
carrying
her
baby
;
in
the
field
she
could
see
figures
moving
—
perhaps
the
shepherd
with
his
dog
.
Far
off
in
the
bending
sky
was
the
pearly
light
;
and
she
felt
the
largeness
of
the
world
and
the
manifold
wakings
of
men
to
labor
and
endurance
.
She
was
a
part
of
that
involuntary
,
palpitating
life
,
and
could
neither
look
out
on
it
from
her
luxurious
shelter
as
a
mere
spectator
,
nor
hide
her
eyes
in
selfish
complaining
.
What
she
would
resolve
to
do
that
day
did
not
yet
seem
quite
clear
,
but
something
that
she
could
achieve
stirred
her
as
with
an
approaching
murmur
which
would
soon
gather
distinctness
.
She
took
off
the
clothes
which
seemed
to
have
some
of
the
weariness
of
a
hard
watching
in
them
,
and
began
to
make
her
toilet
.
Presently
she
rang
for
Tantripp
,
who
came
in
her
dressing
-
gown
.
"
Why
,
madam
,
you
’
ve
never
been
in
bed
this
blessed
night
,
"
burst
out
Tantripp
,
looking
first
at
the
bed
and
then
at
Dorothea
’
s
face
,
which
in
spite
of
bathing
had
the
pale
cheeks
and
pink
eyelids
of
a
mater
dolorosa
.
"
You
’
ll
kill
yourself
,
you
WILL
.
Anybody
might
think
now
you
had
a
right
to
give
yourself
a
little
comfort
.
"
"
Don
’
t
be
alarmed
,
Tantripp
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
smiling
.
"
I
have
slept
;
I
am
not
ill
.
I
shall
be
glad
of
a
cup
of
coffee
as
soon
as
possible
.
And
I
want
you
to
bring
me
my
new
dress
;
and
most
likely
I
shall
want
my
new
bonnet
to
-
day
.
"
"
They
’
ve
lain
there
a
month
and
more
ready
for
you
,
madam
,
and
most
thankful
I
shall
be
to
see
you
with
a
couple
o
’
pounds
’
worth
less
of
crape
,
"
said
Tantripp
,
stooping
to
light
the
fire
.
"
There
’
s
a
reason
in
mourning
,
as
I
’
ve
always
said
;
and
three
folds
at
the
bottom
of
your
skirt
and
a
plain
quilling
in
your
bonnet
—
and
if
ever
anybody
looked
like
an
angel
,
it
’
s
you
in
a
net
quilling
—
is
what
’
s
consistent
for
a
second
year
.
At
least
,
that
’
s
MY
thinking
,
"
ended
Tantripp
,
looking
anxiously
at
the
fire
;
"
and
if
anybody
was
to
marry
me
flattering
himself
I
should
wear
those
hijeous
weepers
two
years
for
him
,
he
’
d
be
deceived
by
his
own
vanity
,
that
’
s
all
.
"
"
The
fire
will
do
,
my
good
Tan
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
speaking
as
she
used
to
do
in
the
old
Lausanne
days
,
only
with
a
very
low
voice
;
"
get
me
the
coffee
.
"
She
folded
herself
in
the
large
chair
,
and
leaned
her
head
against
it
in
fatigued
quiescence
,
while
Tantripp
went
away
wondering
at
this
strange
contrariness
in
her
young
mistress
—
that
just
the
morning
when
she
had
more
of
a
widow
’
s
face
than
ever
,
she
should
have
asked
for
her
lighter
mourning
which
she
had
waived
before
.
Tantripp
would
never
have
found
the
clew
to
this
mystery
.
Dorothea
wished
to
acknowledge
that
she
had
not
the
less
an
active
life
before
her
because
she
had
buried
a
private
joy
;
and
the
tradition
that
fresh
garments
belonged
to
all
initiation
,
haunting
her
mind
,
made
her
grasp
after
even
that
slight
outward
help
towards
calm
resolve
.
For
the
resolve
was
not
easy
