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Lydgate rose, and Dorotheaher cloak and throwing it off as if it stifled her He was

bowing and quitting her, when an impulse which if she had been alone

would have turned into a prayer, made her say with a sob in her voice--

"Oh, you are a wise man, are you not? You know all about life and

death Adviseall his

life and looking forward Heelse--"

For years after Lydgate remembered the impression produced in him by

this involuntary appeal--this cry from soul to soul, without other

consciousness than theirwith kindred natures in the same

embroiled medium, the same troublous fitfully illuminated life But

what could he say now except that he should see Mr Casaubon again

to-ushed forth, and relieved her

stifling oppression Then she dried her eyes, reminded that her

distress must not be betrayed to her husband; and looked round the roo that she must order the servant to attend to it as usual,

since Mr Casaubon -table there were letters which had lain untouched since the

the Ladislaw's letters, the one addressed to

her still unopened The associations of these letters had been made

the more painful by that sudden attack of illness which she felt that

the agitation caused by her anger h to read theain thrust upon her,