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"
If
it
were
a
new
hardship
it
would
be
a
new
reason
for
me
to
cling
to
you
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
fervidly
.
"
Nothing
could
have
changed
me
but
—
"
her
heart
was
swelling
,
and
it
was
difficult
to
go
on
;
she
made
a
great
effort
over
herself
to
say
in
a
low
tremulous
voice
,
"
but
thinking
that
you
were
different
—
not
so
good
as
I
had
believed
you
to
be
.
"
"
You
are
sure
to
believe
me
better
than
I
am
in
everything
but
one
,
"
said
Will
,
giving
way
to
his
own
feeling
in
the
evidence
of
hers
.
"
I
mean
,
in
my
truth
to
you
.
When
I
thought
you
doubted
of
that
,
I
didn
’
t
care
about
anything
that
was
left
.
I
thought
it
was
all
over
with
me
,
and
there
was
nothing
to
try
for
—
only
things
to
endure
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
doubt
you
any
longer
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
putting
out
her
hand
;
a
vague
fear
for
him
impelling
her
unutterable
affection
.
He
took
her
hand
and
raised
it
to
his
lips
with
something
like
a
sob
.
But
he
stood
with
his
hat
and
gloves
in
the
other
hand
,
and
might
have
done
for
the
portrait
of
a
Royalist
.
Still
it
was
difficult
to
loose
the
hand
,
and
Dorothea
,
withdrawing
it
in
a
confusion
that
distressed
her
,
looked
and
moved
away
.
"
See
how
dark
the
clouds
have
become
,
and
how
the
trees
are
tossed
,
"
she
said
,
walking
towards
the
window
,
yet
speaking
and
moving
with
only
a
dim
sense
of
what
she
was
doing
.
Will
followed
her
at
a
little
distance
,
and
leaned
against
the
tall
back
of
a
leather
chair
,
on
which
he
ventured
now
to
lay
his
hat
and
gloves
,
and
free
himself
from
the
intolerable
durance
of
formality
to
which
he
had
been
for
the
first
time
condemned
in
Dorothea
’
s
presence
.
It
must
be
confessed
that
he
felt
very
happy
at
that
moment
leaning
on
the
chair
.
He
was
not
much
afraid
of
anything
that
she
might
feel
now
.
They
stood
silent
,
not
looking
at
each
other
,
but
looking
at
the
evergreens
which
were
being
tossed
,
and
were
showing
the
pale
underside
of
their
leaves
against
the
blackening
sky
.
Will
never
enjoyed
the
prospect
of
a
storm
so
much
:
it
delivered
him
from
the
necessity
of
going
away
.
Leaves
and
little
branches
were
hurled
about
,
and
the
thunder
was
getting
nearer
.
The
light
was
more
and
more
sombre
,
but
there
came
a
flash
of
lightning
which
made
them
start
and
look
at
each
other
,
and
then
smile
.
Dorothea
began
to
say
what
she
had
been
thinking
of
.
"
That
was
a
wrong
thing
for
you
to
say
,
that
you
would
have
had
nothing
to
try
for
.
If
we
had
lost
our
own
chief
good
,
other
people
’
s
good
would
remain
,
and
that
is
worth
trying
for
.
Some
can
be
happy
.
I
seemed
to
see
that
more
clearly
than
ever
,
when
I
was
the
most
wretched
.
I
can
hardly
think
how
I
could
have
borne
the
trouble
,
if
that
feeling
had
not
come
to
me
to
make
strength
.
"
"
You
have
never
felt
the
sort
of
misery
I
felt
,
"
said
Will
;
"
the
misery
of
knowing
that
you
must
despise
me
.
"
