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Rosamond
,
taken
hold
of
by
an
emotion
stronger
than
her
own
—
hurried
along
in
a
new
movement
which
gave
all
things
some
new
,
awful
,
undefined
aspect
—
could
find
no
words
,
but
involuntarily
she
put
her
lips
to
Dorothea
’
s
forehead
which
was
very
near
her
,
and
then
for
a
minute
the
two
women
clasped
each
other
as
if
they
had
been
in
a
shipwreck
.
"
You
are
thinking
what
is
not
true
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
in
an
eager
half
-
whisper
,
while
she
was
still
feeling
Dorothea
’
s
arms
round
her
—
urged
by
a
mysterious
necessity
to
free
herself
from
something
that
oppressed
her
as
if
it
were
blood
guiltiness
.
They
moved
apart
,
looking
at
each
other
.
"
When
you
came
in
yesterday
—
it
was
not
as
you
thought
,
"
said
Rosamond
in
the
same
tone
.
There
was
a
movement
of
surprised
attention
in
Dorothea
She
expected
a
vindication
of
Rosamond
herself
.
"
He
was
telling
me
how
he
loved
another
woman
,
that
I
might
know
he
could
never
love
me
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
getting
more
and
more
hurried
as
she
went
on
.
"
And
now
I
think
he
hates
me
because
—
because
you
mistook
him
yesterday
.
He
says
it
is
through
me
that
you
will
think
ill
of
him
—
think
that
he
is
a
false
person
.
But
it
shall
not
be
through
me
.
He
has
never
had
any
love
for
me
—
I
know
he
has
not
—
he
has
always
thought
slightly
of
me
.
He
said
yesterday
that
no
other
woman
existed
for
him
beside
you
.
The
blame
of
what
happened
is
entirely
mine
.
He
said
he
could
never
explain
to
you
—
because
of
me
.
He
said
you
could
never
think
well
of
him
again
.
But
now
I
have
told
you
,
and
he
cannot
reproach
me
any
more
.
"
Rosamond
had
delivered
her
soul
under
impulses
which
she
had
not
known
before
.
She
had
begun
her
confession
under
the
subduing
influence
of
Dorothea
’
s
emotion
;
and
as
she
went
on
she
had
gathered
the
sense
that
she
was
repelling
Will
’
s
reproaches
,
which
were
still
like
a
knife
-
wound
within
her
.
The
revulsion
of
feeling
in
Dorothea
was
too
strong
to
be
called
joy
.
It
was
a
tumult
in
which
the
terrible
strain
of
the
night
and
morning
made
a
resistant
pain
:
—
she
could
only
perceive
that
this
would
be
joy
when
she
had
recovered
her
power
of
feeling
it
.
Her
immediate
consciousness
was
one
of
immense
sympathy
without
cheek
;
she
cared
for
Rosamond
without
struggle
now
,
and
responded
earnestly
to
her
last
words
—
"
No
,
he
cannot
reproach
you
any
more
.
"
