Мидлмарч

Chapter 12

           Andyettheyhangaboutmyunclelikevultures,andareafraidofafarthinggoingawayfromtheirsideofthefamily.ButIbelievehehatesthemall."

           TheMrs.Waulewhowassofarfrombeingadmirableintheeyesofthesedistantconnections,hadhappenedtosaythisverymorning(notatallwithadefiantair,butinalow,muffied,neutraltone,asofavoiceheardthroughcottonwool)thatshedidnotwish"toenjoytheirgoodopinion."Shewasseated,assheobserved,onherownbrother’shearth,andhadbeenJaneFeatherstonefive-and-twentyyearsbeforeshehadbeenJaneWaule,whichentitledhertospeakwhenherownbrother’snamehadbeenmadefreewithbythosewhohadnorighttoit.

           "Whatareyoudrivingatthere?"saidMr.Featherstone,holdinghisstickbetweenhiskneesandsettlinghiswig,whilehegaveheramomentarysharpglance,whichseemedtoreactonhimlikeadraughtofcoldairandsethimcoughing.

           Mrs.Waulehadtodeferheranswertillhewasquietagain,tillMaryGarthhadsuppliedhimwithfreshsyrup,andhehadbeguntorubthegoldknobofhisstick,lookingbitterlyatthefire.Itwasabrightfire,butitmadenodifferencetothechill-lookingpurplishtintofMrs.Waule’sface,whichwasasneutralashervoice;havingmerechinksforeyes,andlipsthathardlymovedinspeaking.

           "Thedoctorscan’tmasterthatcough,brother.It’sjustlikewhatIhave;forI’myourownsister,constitutionandeverything.

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