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2014.
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Dorothea's eyes followed her husband anxiously. while he sank down wearily at the end of a sofa, and
resting his elbow supported his head and looked on the floor. A little flushed, and with bright eyes, she
seated herself beside him, and said "Forgive me for speaking so hastily to you this morning. I was wrong. I fear I hurt you and made the day more burdensome." "I am glad that you feel that, my dear," said Mr. Casaubon. He spoke quietly and bowed his head a little, but there was still an uneasy feeling in his eyes
as he looked at her. "But you do forgive me?" said Dorothea, with a quick sob. In her need for some manifestation of feeling she was ready to exaggerate her own fault. Would not love see returning penitence afar off , and fall on its neck and kiss it? "My dear Dorothea - 'who with repentance is not satis?ed. is not of heaven nor earth:'- you do not think me worthy to be banished by that severe sen- tence." said Mr. C asaubon. exerting himself to make a strong statement. and also to smile faintly. Dorothea was silent. but a tear which had come up with the sob would insist on falling. "You are excited, my dear. And I also am feeling some unpleasant consequences of too much mental disturbance." said Mr. Casaubon. In fact, he had it
in his thought to tell her that she ought not to have received young Ladislaw in his absence: but he abstained. partly from the sense that it would be un-gracious to bring a new complaint in the moment
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