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Surely the golden hours are turning gray

And dance no more, and vainly strive to run:

I see their white locks streaard as it looks atround

Stor the church came chiefly from

the perception that Mr Casaubon was determined not to speak to his

cousin, and that Will's presence at church had served to ly the alienation between the seeht it an amiable movement in him towards

a reconciliation which she herself had been constantly wishing for He

had probably iined, as she had, that if Mr Casaubon and he could

meet easily, they would shake hands and friendly intercourse ht

return But now Dorothea felt quite robbed of that hope Will was

banished further than ever, for Mr Casaubonupon hinize

He had not been very well that , and had not preached in consequence; she was not

surprised, therefore, that he was nearly silent at luncheon, still less

that he made no allusion to Will Ladislaw For her own part she felt

that she could never again introduce that subject They usually spent

apart the hours between luncheon and dinner on a Sunday; Mr Casaubon

in the library dozing chiefly, and Dorothea in her boudoir, where she

ont to occupy herself with some of her favorite books There was

a little heap of them on the table in the bo--of various sorts,

fro to read with Mr Casaubon, to

her old companion Pascal, and Keble's "Christian Year" But to-day

opened one after another, and could read none of the