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‘
It
was
the
first
unhappiness
of
my
new
life
,
’
said
Annie
.
‘
It
was
the
first
occasion
of
every
unhappy
moment
I
have
known
.
These
moments
have
been
more
,
of
late
,
than
I
can
count
;
but
not
—
my
generous
husband
!
—
not
for
the
reason
you
suppose
;
for
in
my
heart
there
is
not
a
thought
,
a
recollection
,
or
a
hope
,
that
any
power
could
separate
from
you
!
’
She
raised
her
eyes
,
and
clasped
her
hands
,
and
looked
as
beautiful
and
true
,
I
thought
,
as
any
Spirit
.
The
Doctor
looked
on
her
,
henceforth
,
as
steadfastly
as
she
on
him
.
‘
Mama
is
blameless
,
’
she
went
on
,
‘
of
having
ever
urged
you
for
herself
,
and
she
is
blameless
in
intention
every
way
,
I
am
sure
,
—
but
when
I
saw
how
many
importunate
claims
were
pressed
upon
you
in
my
name
;
how
you
were
traded
on
in
my
name
;
how
generous
you
were
,
and
how
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
who
had
your
welfare
very
much
at
heart
,
resented
it
;
the
first
sense
of
my
exposure
to
the
mean
suspicion
that
my
tenderness
was
bought
—
and
sold
to
you
,
of
all
men
on
earth
—
fell
upon
me
like
unmerited
disgrace
,
in
which
I
forced
you
to
participate
.
I
cannot
tell
you
what
it
was
—
mama
cannot
imagine
what
it
was
—
to
have
this
dread
and
trouble
always
on
my
mind
,
yet
know
in
my
own
soul
that
on
my
marriage
-
day
I
crowned
the
love
and
honour
of
my
life
!
’
‘
A
specimen
of
the
thanks
one
gets
,
’
cried
Mrs
.
Markleham
,
in
tears
,
‘
for
taking
care
of
one
’
s
family
!
I
wish
I
was
a
Turk
!
’
(
‘
I
wish
you
were
,
with
all
my
heart
—
and
in
your
native
country
!
’
said
my
aunt
.
)
‘
It
was
at
that
time
that
mama
was
most
solicitous
about
my
Cousin
Maldon
.
I
had
liked
him
’
:
she
spoke
softly
,
but
without
any
hesitation
:
‘
very
much
.
We
had
been
little
lovers
once
.
If
circumstances
had
not
happened
otherwise
,
I
might
have
come
to
persuade
myself
that
I
really
loved
him
,
and
might
have
married
him
,
and
been
most
wretched
.
There
can
be
no
disparity
in
marriage
like
unsuitability
of
mind
and
purpose
.
’
I
pondered
on
those
words
,
even
while
I
was
studiously
attending
to
what
followed
,
as
if
they
had
some
particular
interest
,
or
some
strange
application
that
I
could
not
divine
.
‘
There
can
be
no
disparity
in
marriage
like
unsuitability
of
mind
and
purpose
’
—
‘
no
disparity
in
marriage
like
unsuitability
of
mind
and
purpose
.
’
‘
There
is
nothing
,
’
said
Annie
,
‘
that
we
have
in
common
.
I
have
long
found
that
there
is
nothing
.
If
I
were
thankful
to
my
husband
for
no
more
,
instead
of
for
so
much
,
I
should
be
thankful
to
him
for
having
saved
me
from
the
first
mistaken
impulse
of
my
undisciplined
heart
.
’
