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"Very good," said Fred, who had his own reasons for not being in the

best spirits, and wanted to get away

"Miss Vincy is aher with his eyes

(Every nerve and muscle in Rosa looked at She was by nature an actress of parts

that entered into her physique: she even acted her own character, and

so well, that she did not know it to be precisely her own)

"The best in Middlemarch, I'll be bound," said Mr Featherstone, "let

the next be who she will Eh, Fred? Speak up for your sister"

"I'ood for

nothing"

"Middleh standard, uncle," said Rosa towards her whip, which lay at a distance

Lydgate was quick in anticipating her He reached the whip before she

did, and turned to present it to her She bowed and looked at hi at her, and their eyeswhich is never arrived at by effort, but seeate turned a little paler than

usual, but Rosamond blushed deeply and felt a certain astonisho, and did not knohat sort of

stupidity her uncle was talking of when she went to shake hands with

him

Yet this result, which she took to be ain love, was just what Rosamond had contemplated beforehand

Ever since that important new arrival in Middle like this scene was the necessary

beginning Strangers, whether wrecked and clinging to a raft, or duly