Мидлмарч

Chapter 1

           

           "Whatawonderfullittlealmanacyouare,Celia!Isitsixcalendarorsixlunarmonths?"

           "ItisthelastdayofSeptembernow,anditwasthefirstofAprilwhenunclegavethemtoyou.Youknow,hesaidthathehadforgottenthemtillthen.Ibelieveyouhaveneverthoughtofthemsinceyoulockedthemupinthecabinethere."

           "Well,dear,weshouldneverwearthem,youknow."Dorotheaspokeinafullcordialtone,halfcaressing,halfexplanatory.Shehadherpencilinherhand,andwasmakingtinyside-plansonamargin.

           Celiacolored,andlookedverygrave."Ithink,dear,wearewantinginrespecttomamma’smemory,toputthembyandtakenonoticeofthem.And,"sheadded,afterhesitatingalittle,witharisingsobofmortification,"necklacesarequiteusualnow;andMadamePoincon,whowasstricterinsomethingseventhanyouare,usedtowearornaments.AndChristiansgenerallysurelytherearewomeninheavennowwhoworejewels."Celiawasconsciousofsomementalstrengthwhenshereallyappliedherselftoargument.

           "Youwouldliketowearthem?"exclaimedDorothea,anairofastonisheddiscoveryanimatingherwholepersonwithadramaticactionwhichshehadcaughtfromthatveryMadamePoinconwhoworetheornaments."Ofcourse,then,letushavethemout.Whydidyounottellmebefore?Butthekeys,thekeys!"Shepressedherhandsagainstthesidesofherheadandseemedtodespairofhermemory.

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