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"
Do
sit
down
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
rolling
a
chair
forward
.
"
Am
I
wanted
for
anything
?
I
shall
be
so
glad
if
I
can
do
anything
.
"
"
I
will
not
stay
,
"
said
Miss
Noble
,
putting
her
hand
into
her
small
basket
,
and
holding
some
article
inside
it
nervously
;
"
I
have
left
a
friend
in
the
churchyard
.
"
She
lapsed
into
her
inarticulate
sounds
,
and
unconsciously
drew
forth
the
article
which
she
was
fingering
.
It
was
the
tortoise
-
shell
lozenge
-
box
,
and
Dorothea
felt
the
color
mounting
to
her
cheeks
.
"
Mr
.
Ladislaw
,
"
continued
the
timid
little
woman
.
"
He
fears
he
has
offended
you
,
and
has
begged
me
to
ask
if
you
will
see
him
for
a
few
minutes
.
"
Dorothea
did
not
answer
on
the
instant
:
it
was
crossing
her
mind
that
she
could
not
receive
him
in
this
library
,
where
her
husband
’
s
prohibition
seemed
to
dwell
.
She
looked
towards
the
window
.
Could
she
go
out
and
meet
him
in
the
grounds
?
The
sky
was
heavy
,
and
the
trees
had
begun
to
shiver
as
at
a
coming
storm
.
Besides
,
she
shrank
from
going
out
to
him
.
"
Do
see
him
,
Mrs
.
Casaubon
,
"
said
Miss
Noble
,
pathetically
;
"
else
I
must
go
back
and
say
No
,
and
that
will
hurt
him
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
will
see
him
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
Pray
tell
him
to
come
.
"
What
else
was
there
to
be
done
?
There
was
nothing
that
she
longed
for
at
that
moment
except
to
see
Will
:
the
possibility
of
seeing
him
had
thrust
itself
insistently
between
her
and
every
other
object
;
and
yet
she
had
a
throbbing
excitement
like
an
alarm
upon
her
—
a
sense
that
she
was
doing
something
daringly
defiant
for
his
sake
.
When
the
little
lady
had
trotted
away
on
her
mission
,
Dorothea
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
library
with
her
hands
falling
clasped
before
her
,
making
no
attempt
to
compose
herself
in
an
attitude
of
dignified
unconsciousness
.
What
she
was
least
conscious
of
just
then
was
her
own
body
:
she
was
thinking
of
what
was
likely
to
be
in
Will
’
s
mind
,
and
of
the
hard
feelings
that
others
had
had
about
him
.
How
could
any
duty
bind
her
to
hardness
?
Resistance
to
unjust
dispraise
had
mingled
with
her
feeling
for
him
from
the
very
first
,
and
now
in
the
rebound
of
her
heart
after
her
anguish
the
resistance
was
stronger
than
ever
.
"
If
I
love
him
too
much
it
is
because
he
has
been
used
so
ill
:
"
—
there
was
a
voice
within
her
saying
this
to
some
imagined
audience
in
the
library
,
when
the
door
was
opened
,
and
she
saw
Will
before
her
.
