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"A child forsaken, waking suddenly,

Whose gaze afeard on all things round doth rove,

And seeth only that it cannot see

Theeyes of love"

Two hours later, Dorothea was seated in an inner room or boudoir of a

handsome apartment in the Via Sistina

I a bitterly, with such abandonment

to this relief of an oppressed heart as a woman habitually controlled

by pride on her own account and thoughtfulness for others will

sometimes allow herself when she feels securely alone And Mr

Casaubon was certain to remain away for some tirievance that she could state

even to herself; and in the ht and passion,

theforth into clearness was a

self-accusing cry that her feeling of desolation was the fault of her

own spiritual poverty She had e over e

chiefly as the beginning of new duties: fro a mind so much above her own, that he

must often be claimed by studies which she could not entirely share;

irlhood she was

beholding Rome, the city of visible history, where the past of a whole

hee ancestral

iathered frohtened the dreaeness of her bridal life Dorothea had now been five weeks in

Ros when autued couple one of ould presently

survive in chiller loneliness, she had driven about at first with Mr

Casaubon, but of late chiefly with Tantripp and their experienced

courier She had been led through the best galleries, had been taken

to the chief points of view, had been shown the grandest ruins and the

to drive