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That voice of deep-souled wo conceptions of dead and sceptred genius had re nobly which also reigns over

human spirits and their conclusions?); the tones were aaway--he had really fallen into a momentary doze,

when Rosamond said in her silvery neutral way, "Here is your tea,

Tertius," setting it on the small table by his side, and then ate was too hasty in

attributing insensibility to her; after her own fashion, she was

sensitive enough, and took lasting impressions Her impression noas

one of offence and repulsion But then, Rosamond had no scowls and had

never raised her voice: she was quite sure that no one could justly

find fault with her

Perhaps Lydgate and she had never felt so far off each other before;

but there were strong reasons for not deferring his revelation, even if

he had not already begun it by that abrupt announcery desire to rouse her into more sensibility on his account

which had proled with his

pain in the prospect of her pain But he waited till the tray was