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Chapter 54

           Sheroseandsaidwithatouchofindignationaswellashauteur

           "Youaremuchthehappierofustwo,Mr.Ladislaw,tohavenothing."

           Willwasstartled.Whateverthewordsmightbe,thetoneseemedlikeadismissal;andquittinghisleaningposture,hewalkedalittlewaytowardsher.Theireyesmet,butwithastrangequestioninggravity.Somethingwaskeepingtheirmindsaloof,andeachwaslefttoconjecturewhatwasintheother.WillhadreallyneverthoughtofhimselfashavingaclaimofinheritanceonthepropertywhichwasheldbyDorothea,andwouldhaverequiredanarrativetomakehimunderstandherpresentfeeling.

           "Ineverfeltitamisfortunetohavenothingtillnow,"hesaid."Butpovertymaybeasbadasleprosy,ifitdividesusfromwhatwemostcarefor."

           ThewordscutDorotheatotheheart,andmadeherrelent.Sheansweredinatoneofsadfellowship.

           "Sorrowcomesinsomanyways.TwoyearsagoIhadnonotionofthatImeanoftheunexpectedwayinwhichtroublecomes,andtiesourhands,andmakesussilentwhenwelongtospeak.Iusedtodespisewomenalittlefornotshapingtheirlivesmore,anddoingbetterthings.IwasveryfondofdoingasIliked,butIhavealmostgivenitup,"sheended,smilingplayfully.

           "IhavenotgivenupdoingasIlike,butIcanveryseldomdoit,"saidWill.

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