Мидлмарч

Chapter 12

           Eh,Fred?Speakupforyoursister."

           "I’mafraidI’moutofcourt,sir.Myevidencewouldbegoodfornothing."

           "Middlemarchhasnotaveryhighstandard,uncle,"saidRosamond,withaprettylightness,goingtowardsherwhip,whichlayatadistance.

           Lydgatewasquickinanticipatingher.Hereachedthewhipbeforeshedid,andturnedtopresentittoher.Shebowedandlookedathim:heofcoursewaslookingather,andtheireyesmetwiththatpeculiarmeetingwhichisneverarrivedatbyeffort,butseemslikeasuddendivineclearanceofhaze.IthinkLydgateturnedalittlepalerthanusual,butRosamondblusheddeeplyandfeltacertainastonishment.Afterthat,shewasreallyanxioustogo,anddidnotknowwhatsortofstupidityherunclewastalkingofwhenshewenttoshakehandswithhim.

           Yetthisresult,whichshetooktobeamutualimpression,calledfallinginlove,wasjustwhatRosamondhadcontemplatedbeforehand.EversincethatimportantnewarrivalinMiddlemarchshehadwovenalittlefuture,ofwhichsomethinglikethisscenewasthenecessarybeginning.Strangers,whetherwreckedandclingingtoaraft,ordulyescortedandaccompaniedbyportmanteaus,havealwayshadacircumstantialfascinationforthevirginmind,againstwhichnativemerithasurgeditselfinvain.

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