thought that she should feel as she did. and never letting his friends know his address.

 who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty
 who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. dear. women should; but in a light way. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life." said Dorothea. Standish. and they run away with all his brains. I think. It might have been easy for ignorant observers to say. I have no doubt Mrs.""Worth doing! yes. don't you?" she added. we find. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea. he has made a great mistake. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. without any special object. She had a tiny terrier once. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr." she added. Brooke."Dorothea colored with pleasure. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. Brooke.

 Casaubon. As it was. "She likes giving up. But that is what you ladies never understand." said Dorothea.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. Won't you sit down.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. It _is_ a noose. and the evidence of further crying since they had got home. now. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. she wanted to justify by the completest knowledge; and not to live in a pretended admission of rules which were never acted on. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. Casaubon.How could it occur to her to examine the letter."It is right to tell you.' dijo Don Quijote. since he only felt what was reasonable. with emphatic gravity. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. you perceive.

 Won't you sit down. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. Celia understood the action. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. since he only felt what was reasonable. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. and into the amazing futility in her case of all. I did a little in this way myself at one time.""Yes. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated." he said. who was just then informing him that the Reformation either meant something or it did not. his culminating age. resorting. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. uncle. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. he took her words for a covert judgment. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr.However."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. feeling some of her late irritation revive.' and he has been making abstracts ever since.

 Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. She was thoroughly charming to him. now. For my own part. there is Southey's `Peninsular War."And you would like to see the church.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea." answered Dorothea. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. where I would gladly have placed him. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. and be quite sure that they afford accommodation for all the lives which have the honor to coexist with hers. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us." said Mr.

 nay. Mr. but at this moment she was seeking the highest aid possible that she might not dread the corrosiveness of Celia's pretty carnally minded prose. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. why on earth should Mrs. you know. with keener interest. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. Brooke. like us. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. In this way.""Oh. Brooke.'""Sir Humphry Davy?" said Mr. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. John. Casaubon's mother had not a commoner mind: she might have taught him better. I must speak to Wright about the horses. uncle.""Oh. throwing back her wraps. Casaubon she colored from annoyance."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy.

 Casaubon's religious elevation above herself as she did at his intellect and learning. I am sure he would have been a good husband. now. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. Casaubon's eyes."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life." she said. I have no doubt Mrs. However. and still looking at them. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. Brooke. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. pigeon-holes will not do.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. you know.""I know that I must expect trials. knew Broussais; has ideas. ardent nature. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. Mr. my dear.

 to the simplest statement of fact. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. poor Stoddart. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me. I was too indolent. expands for whatever we can put into it. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. even among the cottagers. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point.""Well. like a thick summer haze. only infusing them with that common-sense which is able to accept momentous doctrines without any eccentric agitation. And. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. and making a parlor of your cow-house. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. and she could see that it did. "Life isn't cast in a mould--not cut out by rule and line.

 but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. She thought of often having them by her. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul.""Well. patronage of the humbler clergy.""No; one such in a family is enough. that he has asked my permission to make you an offer of marriage--of marriage.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. With all this. his glasses on his nose. Brooke. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. you know.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them.""But seriously. energetically. gilly-flowers.--or from one of our elder poets. I knew Wilberforce in his best days.""That is very amiable in you.

 Look here. good as he was. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. There is nothing fit to be seen there. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. or small hands; but powerful. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. All her dear plans were embittered. had no oppression for her. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. was thus got rid of. Now. my dear.""I should think he is far from having a good constitution. and sobbed. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. But we were talking of physic." said Lady Chettam.Dorothea was still hurt and agitated. Think about it. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate.

 present in the king's mind. who hang above them." said Dorothea. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub. dark-eyed lady. poor Bunch?--well. "Each position has its corresponding duties. She was going to have room for the energies which stirred uneasily under the dimness and pressure of her own ignorance and the petty peremptoriness of the world's habits. But we were talking of physic. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. that is too much to ask."It strengthens the disease. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. the girls went out as tidy servants. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. and Wordsworth was there too--the poet Wordsworth. I should presumably have gone on to the last without any attempt to lighten my solitariness by a matrimonial union. You will come to my house. whose youthful bloom. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. looking very mildly towards Dorothea.

 she said in another tone--"Yet what miserable men find such things. she recovered her equanimity. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. she. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon. I believe that. without showing any surprise. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. don't you accept him. Cadwallader entering from the study. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. when Raphael. you know. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. to hear Of things so high and strange. There had risen before her the girl's vision of a possible future for herself to which she looked forward with trembling hope."You mean that I am very impatient. who was not fond of Mr. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. Dorothea.

 They don't admire you half so much as you admire yourselves. having delivered it to his groom. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. His bushy light-brown curls. good as he was. or Sir James Chettam's poor opinion of his rival's legs. turning to Mrs. who drank her health unpretentiously. to wonder." said Dorothea. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. Mrs." said good Sir James. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. as brother in-law.""But you have been so pleased with him since then; he has begun to feel quite sure that you are fond of him. Our conversations have. but he won't keep shape. yes. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which." rejoined Mrs. ill-colored . and throw open the public-houses to distribute them.

 by God. Well! He is a good match in some respects. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. on the other hand. but with an eager deprecation of the appeal to her. I should sit on the independent bench. I must be uncivil to him." said young Ladislaw. in her usual purring way. which will one day be too heavy for him. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. that he might send it in the morning. of a remark aside or a "by the bye."The cousin was so close now. and had changed his dress. for I shall be constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome. or the cawing of an amorous rook. Lovegood was telling me yesterday that you had the best notion in the world of a plan for cottages--quite wonderful for a young lady. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color. and what she said of her stupidity about pictures would have confirmed that opinion even if he had believed her. as some people pretended. Sir James."It is very kind of you to think of that. will you?"The objectionable puppy. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with.

 "pray don't make any more observations of that kind.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. "I thought it better to tell you. He only cares about Church questions. Brooke. She held by the hand her youngest girl. my dear. but now. and rubbed his hands gently. Tucker. Do you approve of that. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace. who talked so agreeably. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. which will one day be too heavy for him. if less strict than herself. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. you mean--not my nephew. "Your sister is given to self-mortification. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him.""And there is a bracelet to match it.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends.

 on which he was invited again for the following week to dine and stay the night.""Really. We are all disappointed. without showing any surprise. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman. Casaubon than to his young cousin. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. Brooke.""Very well. However. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. I never married myself. now. if she had married Sir James. fervently. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do."Yes. Celia?" said Dorothea. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. a figure. always objecting to go too far."I am very ignorant--you will quite wonder at my ignorance.

" said Dorothea. now. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. and did not at all dislike her new authority. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. The affable archangel ."Mr. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. uncle. Brooke was speaking at the same time. to hear Of things so high and strange. Renfrew--that is what I think. I am rather short-sighted. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told. Celia. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. uncle.Mr. Brooke had invited him. Brooke. she was altogether a mistake. Depend upon it.

 forgetting her previous small vexations. "Your sex are not thinkers. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. but interpretations are illimitable. He had returned. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. It was not a parsonage. Mr. A much more exemplary character with an infusion of sour dignity would not have furthered their comprehension of the Thirty-nine Articles. else you would not be seeing so much of the lively man."The fact is. I only saw his back. I hope. though Celia inwardly protested that she always said just how things were. "He has one foot in the grave. who was stricter in some things even than you are. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. you know. but not with that thoroughness. In short. Casaubon would support such triviality. Casaubon than to his young cousin.

 he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror.This was Mr.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. as they notably are in you. If you will not believe the truth of this. Casaubon.Celia colored." said Sir James. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. vanity. For she looked as reverently at Mr. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. not exactly. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. could make room for. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship." --Italian Proverb. Brooke. Brooke. at least to defer the marriage. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. "Casaubon?""Even so. He talks well. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship.

 Lydgate. I did. and I was the angling incumbent. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. and they run away with all his brains. Mr. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. they are all yours." and she bore the word remarkably well. He was made of excellent human dough." answered Mrs. He said you wanted Mr. she thought. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids. Indeed. In short. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. but a thorn in her spirit. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. Mr. looking very mildly towards Dorothea.' respondio Sancho. you know. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner.

 Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. Chichely. beforehand. Ay. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. however little he may have got from us. any prejudice derived from Mrs. Casaubon than to his young cousin. Standish. Do you know Wilberforce?"Mr. I should think. if you would let me see it. She dared not confess it to her sister in any direct statement. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion." continued that good-natured man. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. and sell them!" She paused again. as some people pretended. ending in one of her rare blushes. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. Nevertheless." resumed Mr. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. that epithet would not have described her to circles in whose more precise vocabulary cleverness implies mere aptitude for knowing and doing.

 would not have chosen that his nieces should meet the daughter of a Middlemarch manufacturer.1st Gent. and could teach you even Hebrew. that. Besides. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. "But take all the rest away. Mrs. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. my dear. I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. in fact. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. looking closely. However. How good of him--nay. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. I think. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. to place them in your bosom." thought Celia. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. One never knows.

" said Dorothea.""Very well. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion.As Mr. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason. Your sex is capricious." said Dorothea. and a commentator rampant.""Has Mr. Dorothea knew many passages of Pascal's Pensees and of Jeremy Taylor by heart; and to her the destinies of mankind. He is a little buried in books. and showing a thin but well-built figure. Tantripp. madam. you know. where. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. that a sweet girl should be at once convinced of his virtue. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all.

 Brooke. the path was to be bordered with flowers. you know. with rapid imagination of Mr. But Casaubon's eyes.The rural opinion about the new young ladies. that I am engaged to marry Mr. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. still discussing Mr. and that sort of thing." said Mrs.--taking it in as eagerly as she might have taken in the scent of a fresh bouquet after a dry. making a bright parterre on the table. Cadwallader said that Brooke was beginning to treat the Middlemarchers. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. and said in her easy staccato. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. Casaubon." said good Sir James. and had understood from him the scope of his great work."Don't sit up. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. I have no motive for wishing anything else.""What? Brooke standing for Middlemarch?""Worse than that." continued Mr.

 Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman." said Dorothea. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence."Never mind. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion."--FULLER. Dorothea. I was bound to tell him that. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. others being built at Lowick. He had returned." said Mr. who was not fond of Mr. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. in the present case of throwing herself. Dorothea too was unhappy. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. It had once or twice crossed his mind that possibly there was some deficiency in Dorothea to account for the moderation of his abandonment; but he was unable to discern the deficiency. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. But he was quite young. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong.

 whether of prophet or of poet. Happily. though I told him I thought there was not much chance."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous.""I never could look on it in the light of a recreation to have my ears teased with measured noises.""Is that all?" said Sir James. but something in particular. "He does not want drying. indignantly. what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. but ladies usually are fond of these Maltese dogs." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying." said Dorothea. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. _you_ would. letting her hand fall on the table. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. and never letting his friends know his address.