Chapter 78

           WoulditwereyesterdayandIi’thegrave,Withhersweetfaithaboveformonument"

           RosamondandWillstoodmotionless—theydidnotknowhowlong—helookingtowardsthespotwhereDorotheahadstood,andshelookingtowardshimwithdoubt.ItseemedanendlesstimetoRosamond,inwhoseinmostsoultherewashardlysomuchannoyanceasgratificationfromwhathadjusthappened.Shallownaturesdreamofaneasyswayovertheemotionsofothers,trustingimplicitlyintheirownpettymagictoturnthedeepeststreams,andconfident,byprettygesturesandremarks,ofmakingthethingthatisnotasthoughitwere.SheknewthatWillhadreceivedasevereblow,butshehadbeenlittleusedtoimaginingotherpeople’sstatesofmindexceptasamaterialcutintoshapebyherownwishes;andshebelievedinherownpowertosootheorsubdue.EvenTertius,thatmostperverseofmen,wasalwayssubduedinthelong-run:eventshadbeenobstinate,butstillRosamondwouldhavesaidnow,asshedidbeforehermarriage,thatshenevergaveupwhatshehadsethermindon.

           SheputoutherarmandlaidthetipsofherfingersonWill’scoat-sleeve.

           "Don’ttouchme!"hesaid,withanutterancelikethecutofalash,dartingfromher,andchangingfrompinktowhiteandbackagain,asifhiswholeframeweretinglingwiththepainofthesting.