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Chapter 62

           Itwasnotconfusionthatkeptthemsilent,fortheybothfeltthatpartingwasnear,andthereisnoshamefacednessinasadparting.

           Shemovedautomaticallytowardsheruncle’schairagainstthewriting-table,andWill,afterdrawingitoutalittleforher,wentafewpacesoffandstoodoppositetoher.

           "Praysitdown,"saidDorothea,crossingherhandsonherlap;"Iamverygladyouwerehere."WillthoughtthatherfacelookedjustasitdidwhenshefirstshookhandswithhiminRome;forherwidow’scap,fixedinherbonnet,hadgoneoffwithit,andhecouldseethatshehadlatelybeensheddingtears.Butthemixtureofangerinheragitationhadvanishedatthesightofhim;shehadbeenused,whentheywerefacetoface,alwaystofeelconfidenceandthehappyfreedomwhichcomeswithmutualunderstanding,andhowcouldotherpeople’swordshinderthateffectonasudden?Letthemusicwhichcantakepossessionofourframeandfilltheairwithjoyforus,soundoncemorewhatdoesitsignifythatwehearditfoundfaultwithinitsabsence?

           "IhavesentalettertoLowickManorto-day,askingleavetoseeyou,"saidWill,seatinghimselfoppositetoher."Iamgoingawayimmediately,andIcouldnotgowithoutspeakingtoyouagain."

           "IthoughtwehadpartedwhenyoucametoLowickmanyweeksagoyouthoughtyouweregoingthen,"saidDorothea,hervoicetremblingalittle.

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