Chapter 54

           "NegliocchiportalamiadonnaAmore;Perchesifagentileioch’ellamira:Ov’ellapassa,ogniuomverleisigira,Ecuisalutafatremarlocore.

           Sicche,bassandoilviso,tuttosmore,Ed’ognisuodifettoallorsospira:FuggondinanzialeiSuperbiaedIra:Aiutatemi,donne,afarleonore.

           Ognidolcezza,ognipensieroumileNaseenelcoreachiparlarlasente;Ond’ebeatochiprimalavide.Quelch’ellaparquand’unpocosorride,Nonsipubdicer,neteneramente,Sienuovomiracologentile."—DANTE:laVitaNuova.

           Bythatdelightfulmorningwhenthehay-ricksatStoneCourtwerescentingtheairquiteimpartially,asifMr.Raffleshadbeenaguestworthyoffinestincense,DorotheahadagaintakenupherabodeatLowickManor.AfterthreemonthsFreshitthadbecomeratheroppressive:tositlikeamodelforSaintCatherinelookingrapturouslyatCelia’sbabywouldnotdoformanyhoursintheday,andtoremaininthatmomentousbabe’spresencewithpersistentdisregardwasacoursethatcouldnothavebeentoleratedinachildlesssister.Dorotheawouldhavebeencapableofcarryingbabyjoyfullyforamileiftherehadbeenneed,andoflovingitthemoretenderlyforthatlabor;buttoanauntwhodoesnotrecognizeherinfantnephewasBouddha,andhasnothingtodoforhimbuttoadmire,hisbehaviorisapttoappearmonotonous,andtheinterestofwatchinghimexhaustible.