Мидлмарч

Chapter 12

           

           "Youmeanmybeauty,"saidMary,rathersardonically.

           Rosamondthought,"PoorMary,shetakesthekindestthingsill."Aloudshesaid,"Whathaveyoubeendoinglately?"

           "I?Oh,mindingthehousepouringoutsyruppretendingtobeamiableandcontentedlearningtohaveabadopinionofeverybody."

           "Itisawretchedlifeforyou."

           "No,"saidMary,curtly,withalittletossofherhead."IthinkmylifeispleasanterthanyourMissMorgan’s."

           "Yes;butMissMorganissouninteresting,andnotyoung."

           "Sheisinterestingtoherself,Isuppose;andIamnotatallsurethateverythinggetseasierasonegetsolder."

           "No,"saidRosamond,reflectively;"onewonderswhatsuchpeopledo,withoutanyprospect.Tobesure,thereisreligionasasupport.But,"sheadded,dimpling,"itisverydifferentwithyou,’Mary.Youmayhaveanoffer."

           "Hasanyonetoldyouhemeanstomakemeone?"

           "Ofcoursenot.Imean,thereisagentlemanwhomayfallinlovewithyou,seeingyoualmosteveryday."

           AcertainchangeinMary’sfacewaschieflydeterminedbytheresolvenottoshowanychange.

           "Doesthatalwaysmakepeoplefallinlove?"sheanswered,carelessly;"itseemstomequiteasoftenareasonfordetestingeachother.

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