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"
She
put
out
her
hand
to
Rosamond
,
and
they
said
an
earnest
,
quiet
good
-
by
without
kiss
or
other
show
of
effusion
:
there
had
been
between
them
too
much
serious
emotion
for
them
to
use
the
signs
of
it
superficially
.
As
Lydgate
took
her
to
the
door
she
said
nothing
of
Rosamond
,
but
told
him
of
Mr
.
Farebrother
and
the
other
friends
who
had
listened
with
belief
to
his
story
.
When
he
came
back
to
Rosamond
,
she
had
already
thrown
herself
on
the
sofa
,
in
resigned
fatigue
.
"
Well
,
Rosy
,
"
he
said
,
standing
over
her
,
and
touching
her
hair
,
"
what
do
you
think
of
Mrs
.
Casaubon
now
you
have
seen
so
much
of
her
?
"
"
I
think
she
must
be
better
than
any
one
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
"
and
she
is
very
beautiful
.
If
you
go
to
talk
to
her
so
often
,
you
will
be
more
discontented
with
me
than
ever
!
"
Lydgate
laughed
at
the
"
so
often
.
"
"
But
has
she
made
you
any
less
discontented
with
me
?
"
"
I
think
she
has
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
looking
up
in
his
face
.
"
How
heavy
your
eyes
are
,
Tertius
—
and
do
push
your
hair
back
.
"
He
lifted
up
his
large
white
hand
to
obey
her
,
and
felt
thankful
for
this
little
mark
of
interest
in
him
.
Poor
Rosamond
’
s
vagrant
fancy
had
come
back
terribly
scourged
—
meek
enough
to
nestle
under
the
old
despised
shelter
.
And
the
shelter
was
still
there
:
Lydgate
had
accepted
his
narrowed
lot
with
sad
resignation
.
He
had
chosen
this
fragile
creature
,
and
had
taken
the
burthen
of
her
life
upon
his
arms
He
must
walk
as
he
could
,
carrying
that
burthen
pitifully
.
"
My
grief
lies
onward
and
my
joy
behind
.
"
—
SHAKESPEARE
:
Sonnets
.
