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In any case, I shall remain,

Yours with sincere devotion,

EDWARD CASAUBON

Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her

knees, buried her face, and sobbed She could not pray: under the rush

of solees floated

uncertainly, she could but cast herself, with a childlike sense of

reclining, in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her

own She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for

dinner

How could it occur to her to examine the letter, to look at it

critically as a profession of love? Her whole soul was possessed by

the fact that a fuller life was opening before her: she was a neophyte

about to enter on a higher grade of initiation She was going to have

rooies which stirred uneasily under the dinorance and the petty peremptoriness of the

world's habits

Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties;

now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind