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Dorothea had been ahen Lydgate had ridden away, and she had

stepped into the garden, with the io at once to her husband

But she hesitated, fearing to offend hi herself; for her

ardor, continually repulsed, served, with her intense y subsides into a shudder; and she

wandered slowly round the nearer clu Then she went towards hi with a pro

should yet be filled with that faithful love which clings the closer to

a colance in reply to hers was so chill that

she felt her tih his arm

Mr Casaubon kept his hands behind hiainst his rigid ar horrible to Dorothea in the sensation which this

unresponsive hardness inflicted on her That is a strong word, but not

too strong: it is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of

joy are forever wasted, until ard

faces at the devastation their oaste has made, and say, the earth

bears no harvest of sweetness--calling their denial knowledge You may

ask why, in the name of manliness, Mr Casaubon should have behaved in