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Chapter 30

           

           "Helpme,pray,"shesaid,atlast,inthesamelowvoiceasbefore."TellmewhatIcando."

           "Whatdoyouthinkofforeigntravel?YouhavebeenlatelyinRome,Ithink."

           ThememorieswhichmadethisresourceutterlyhopelesswereanewcurrentthatshookDorotheaoutofherpallidimmobility.

           "Oh,thatwouldnotdothatwouldbeworsethananything,"shesaidwithamorechildlikedespondency,whilethetearsrolleddown."Nothingwillbeofanyusethathedoesnotenjoy."

           "IwishthatIcouldhavesparedyouthispain,"saidLydgate,deeplytouched,yetwonderingabouthermarriage.WomenjustlikeDorotheahadnotenteredintohistraditions.

           "Itwasrightofyoutotellme.Ithankyoufortellingmethetruth."

           "IwishyoutounderstandthatIshallnotsayanythingtoenlightenMr.Casaubonhimself.Ithinkitdesirableforhimtoknownothingmorethanthathemustnotoverworkhimself,andmustobservecertainrules.Anxietyofanykindwouldbepreciselythemostunfavorableconditionforhim."

           Lydgaterose,andDorotheamechanicallyroseatthesametime?unclaspinghercloakandthrowingitoffasifitstifledher.Hewasbowingandquittingher,whenanimpulsewhichifshehadbeenalonewouldhaveturnedintoaprayer,madehersaywithasobinhervoice

           "Oh,youareawiseman,areyounot?Youknowallaboutlifeanddeath.Adviseme.

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