Мидлмарч

Chapter 9

           

           "Yes,"saidMr.Brooke,"thiswouldbeaprettyroomwithsomenewhangings,sofas,andthatsortofthing.Alittlebarenow."

           "No,uncle,"saidDorothea,eagerly."Praydonotspeakofalteringanything.TherearesomanyotherthingsintheworldthatwantalteringIliketotakethesethingsastheyare.Andyoulikethemastheyare,don’tyou?"sheadded,lookingatMr.Casaubon."Perhapsthiswasyourmother’sroomwhenshewasyoung."

           "Itwas,"hesaid,withhisslowbendofthehead.

           "Thisisyourmother,"saidDorothea,whohadturnedtoexaminethegroupofminiatures."Itislikethetinyoneyoubroughtme;only,Ishouldthink,abetterportrait.Andthisoneopposite,whoisthis?"

           "Hereldersister.Theywere,likeyouandyoursister,theonlytwochildrenoftheirparents,whohangabovethem,yousee."

           "Thesisterispretty,"saidCelia,implyingthatshethoughtlessfavorablyofMr.Casaubon’smother.ItwasanewopeningtoCelia’simagination,thathecameofafamilywhohadallbeenyoungintheirtimetheladieswearingnecklaces.

           "Itisapeculiarface,"saidDorothea,lookingclosely."Thosedeepgrayeyesratherneartogetherandthedelicateirregularnosewithasortofrippleinitandallthepowderedcurlshangingbackward.Altogetheritseemstomepeculiarratherthanpretty.

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