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you did for him was his own welfare. I remembered your
goodness in what you said about him when I first saw him at
Lowick,’ said Dorothea, putting her hand on her husband’s
‘I had a duty towards him,’ said Mr. Casaubon, laying his
other hand on Dorothea’s in conscientious acceptance of her
caress, but with a glance which he could not hinder from
being uneasy. ‘The young man, I confess, is not otherwise
an object of interest to me, nor need we, I think, discuss his
future course, which it is not ours to determine beyond the
limits which I have sufficiently indicated.’ Dorothea did not
mention Will again.