Мидлмарч

Chapter 39

           Shethoughtherhusbandaltogetherinthewrong,onmoregroundsthanWillhadmentioned.

           "Itisbetterforusnottospeakonthesubject,"shesaid,withatremulousnessnotcommoninhervoice,"sinceyouandMr.Casaubondisagree.Youintendtoremain?"Shewaslookingoutonthelawn,withmelancholymeditation.

           "Yes;butIshallhardlyeverseeyounow,"saidWill,inatoneofalmostboyishcomplaint.

           "No,"saidDorothea,turninghereyesfulluponhim,"hardlyever.ButIshallhearofyou.Ishallknowwhatyouaredoingformyuncle."

           "Ishallknowhardlyanythingaboutyou,"saidWill."Noonewilltellmeanything."

           "Oh,mylifeisverysimple,"saidDorothea,herlipscurlingwithanexquisitesmile,whichirradiatedhermelancholy."IamalwaysatLowick."

           "Thatisadreadfulimprisonment,"saidWill,impetuously.

           "No,don’tthinkthat,"saidDorothea."Ihavenolongings."

           Hedidnotspeak,butsherepliedtosomechangeinhisexpression."Imean,formyself.ExceptthatIshouldlikenottohavesomuchmorethanmysharewithoutdoinganythingforothers.ButIhaveabeliefofmyown,anditcomfortsme."

           "Whatisthat?"saidWill,ratherjealousofthebelief.

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