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Books were of no use Thinking was of no use It was Sunday, and she

could not have the carriage to go to Celia, who had lately had a baby

There was no refuge now from spiritual emptiness and discontent, and

Dorothea had to bear her bad mood, as she would have borne a headache

After dinner, at the hour when she usually began to read aloud, Mr

Casaubon proposed that they should go into the library, where, he said,

he had ordered a fire and lights He see intently

In the library Dorothea observed that he had newly arranged a row of

his note-books on a table, and now he took up and put into her hand a

well-known volume, which was a table of contents to all the others

"You will obligehio through this aloud, pencil in

hand, and at each point where I say 'mark,' will make a cross with your

pencil This is the first step in a sifting process which I have long

had in view, and as we go on I shall be able to indicate to you certain

principles of selection whereby you will, I trust, have an intelligent

participation in n added to ate, that Mr Casaubon's original reluctance to let

Dorothea ith hiiven place to the contrary disposition,