Мидлмарч

Chapter 62

           Dorotheastoodsilent,withhereyescastdowndreamily,whileimagescrowdeduponherwhichleftthesickeningcertaintythatWillwasreferringtoMrs.Lydgate.Butwhysickening?Hewantedhertoknowthatheretoohisconductshouldbeabovesuspicion.

           Willwasnotsurprisedathersilence.Hismindalsowastumultuouslybusywhilehewatchedher,andhewasfeelingratherwildlythatsomethingmusthappentohindertheirparting—somemiracle,clearlynothingintheirowndeliberatespeech.Yet,afterall,hadsheanyloveforhim?—hecouldnotpretendtohimselfthathewouldratherbelievehertobewithoutthatpain.Hecouldnotdenythatasecretlongingfortheassurancethatshelovedhimwasattherootofallhiswords.

           Neitherofthemknewhowlongtheystoodinthatway.Dorotheawasraisinghereyes,andwasabouttospeak,whenthedooropenedandherfootmancametosay—

           "Thehorsesareready,madam,wheneveryouliketostart."

           "Presently,"saidDorothea.ThenturningtoWill,shesaid,"Ihavesomememorandatowriteforthehousekeeper."

           "Imustgo,"saidWill,whenthedoorhadclosedagain—advancingtowardsher."Thedayafterto-morrowIshallleaveMiddlemarch."

           "Youhaveactedineverywayrightly,"saidDorothea,inalowtone,feelingapressureatherheartwhichmadeitdifficulttospeak.

           Sheputoutherhand,andWilltookitforaninstantwith.

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