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Chapter 11

           "

           "Well,butyouwanttodenythemthings."

           "Brothersaresounpleasant."

           "Oh,mydear,youmustallowforyoungmen.Bethankfuliftheyhavegoodhearts.Awomanmustlearntoputupwithlittlethings.Youwillbemarriedsomeday."

           "NottoanyonewhoislikeFred."

           "Don’tdecryyourownbrother,mydear.Fewyoungmenhavelessagainstthem,althoughhecouldn’ttakehisdegreeI’msureIcan’tunderstandwhy,forheseemstomemostclever.Andyouknowyourselfhewasthoughtequaltothebestsocietyatcollege.Soparticularasyouare,mydear,Iwonderyouarenotgladtohavesuchagentlemanlyyoungmanforabrother.YouarealwaysfindingfaultwithBobbecauseheisnotFred."

           "Ohno,mamma,onlybecauseheisBob."

           "Well,mydear,youwillnotfindanyMiddlemarchyoungmanwhohasnotsomethingagainsthim."

           "But"—hereRosamond’sfacebrokeintoasmilewhichsuddenlyrevealedtwodimples.Sheherselfthoughtunfavorablyofthesedimplesandsmiledlittleingeneralsociety."ButIshallnotmarryanyMiddlemarchyoungman."

           "Soitseems,mylove,foryouhaveasgoodasrefusedthepickofthem;andifthere’sbettertobehad,I’msurethere’snogirlbetterdeservesit."

           "Excuseme,mammaIwishyouwouldnotsay,‘thepickofthem.

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