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Here Mr Casaubon dipped his pen and h his hand trembled so much that the words seemed to be

written in an unknown character There are anshich, in turning

arath, only send it to the other end of the room, and to have a

discussion coolly waived when you feel that justice is all on your own

side is even e than in philosophy

Dorothea left Ladislao letters unread on her husband's

writing-table and went to her own place, the scorn and indignation

within her rejecting the reading of these letters, just as we hurl away

any trash towards which we seem to have been suspected of mean

cupidity She did not in the least divine the subtle sources of her

husband's bad temper about these letters: she only knew that they had

caused hian to work at once, and her hand did

not tre out the quotations which had

been given to her the day before, she felt that she was for her

letters beautifully, and it seemed to her that she saw the construction

of the Latin she was copying, and which she was beginning to

understand, nation there was a