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MIDDLEMARCH.
with chill mildness; "why can you not say so, without that kind of violence? I shall stay until you request me to do otherwise."
Lydgate said no more, but went out on his rounds. He felt bruised and shattered, and there was a dark line under his eyes which Rosamond had not seen before. She could not bear to look at him. Tertius had a way of taking things which made them a great deal worse for her.
