Мідлмарч

Chapter 1

           

           "No,dear,no,"saidDorothea,strokinghersister’scheek."Soulshavecomplexionstoo:whatwillsuitonewillnotsuitanother."

           "Butyoumightliketokeepitformamma’ssake."

           "No,Ihaveotherthingsofmamma’shersandal-woodboxwhichIamsofondofplentyofthings.Infact,theyareallyours,dear.Weneeddiscussthemnolonger.Theretakeawayyourproperty."

           Celiafeltalittlehurt.TherewasastrongassumptionofsuperiorityinthisPuritanictoleration,hardlylesstryingtotheblondfleshofanunenthusiasticsisterthanaPuritanicpersecution.

           "ButhowcanIwearornamentsifyou,whoaretheeldersister,willneverwearthem?"

           "Nay,Celia,thatistoomuchtoask,thatIshouldweartrinketstokeepyouincountenance.IfIweretoputonsuchanecklaceasthat,IshouldfeelasifIhadbeenpirouetting.Theworldwouldgoroundwithme,andIshouldnotknowhowtowalk."

           Celiahadunclaspedthenecklaceanddrawnitoff."Itwouldbealittletightforyourneck;somethingtoliedownandhangwouldsuityoubetter,"shesaid,withsomesatisfaction.ThecompleteunfitnessofthenecklacefromallpointsofviewforDorothea,madeCeliahappierintakingit.Shewasopeningsomering-boxes,whichdisclosedafineemeraldwithdiamonds,andjustthenthesunpassingbeyondacloudsentabrightgleamoverthetable.

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