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I Fall into Captivity

           ButasIhadnonebutpassingthoughtsforanysubjectsaveDora,Iglancedather,directlyafterwards,andwasthinkingthatIsaw,inherprettilypettishmanner,thatshewasnotverymuchinclinedtobeparticularlyconfidentialtohercompanionandprotector,whenabellrang,whichMr.Spenlowsaidwasthefirstdinner-bell,andsocarriedmeofftodress.

           Theideaofdressingone’sself,ordoinganythinginthewayofaction,inthatstateoflove,wasalittletooridiculous.Icouldonlysitdownbeforemyfire,bitingthekeyofmycarpet-bag,andthinkofthecaptivating,girlish,bright-eyedlovelyDora.Whataformshehad,whatafaceshehad,whatagraceful,variable,enchantingmanner!

           ThebellrangagainsosoonthatImadeamerescrambleofmydressing,insteadofthecarefuloperationIcouldhavewishedunderthecircumstances,andwentdownstairs.Therewassomecompany.Dorawastalkingtoanoldgentlemanwithagreyhead.Greyashewasandagreat-grandfatherintothebargain,forhesaidsoIwasmadlyjealousofhim.

           WhatastateofmindIwasin!Iwasjealousofeverybody.Icouldn’tbeartheideaofanybodyknowingMr.SpenlowbetterthanIdid.ItwastorturingtometohearthemtalkofoccurrencesinwhichIhadhadnoshare.Whenamostamiableperson,withahighlypolishedbaldhead,askedmeacrossthedinnertable,ifthatwerethefirstoccasionofmyseeingthegrounds,Icouldhavedoneanythingtohimthatwassavageandrevengeful.

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