Мидлмарч

Chapter 1

           

           "Yes,dear,Iwillkeepthese,"saidDorothea,decidedly."Buttakealltherestaway,andthecasket."

           Shetookupherpencilwithoutremovingthejewels,andstilllookingatthem.Shethoughtofoftenhavingthembyher,tofeedhereyeattheselittlefountainsofpurecolor.

           "Shallyouwearthemincompany?"saidCelia,whowaswatchingherwithrealcuriosityastowhatshewoulddo.

           Dorotheaglancedquicklyathersister.Acrossallherimaginativeadornmentofthosewhomsheloved,theredartednowandthenakeendiscernment,whichwasnotwithoutascorchingquality.IfMissBrookeeverattainedperfectmeekness,itwouldnotbeforlackofinwardfire.

           "Perhaps,"shesaid,ratherhaughtily."IcannottelltowhatlevelImaysink."

           Celiablushed,andwasunhappy:shesawthatshehadoffendedhersister,anddarednotsayevenanythingprettyaboutthegiftoftheornamentswhichsheputbackintotheboxandcarriedaway.Dorotheatoowasunhappy,asshewentonwithherplan-drawing,questioningthepurityofherownfeelingandspeechinthescenewhichhadendedwiththatlittleexplosion

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