The Prime Minister by Anthony Trollope
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clenching her own fist.
'I will not even close a finger on it with any personal ambition,' said the Duke. 'If I could be relieved from the burden of this moment, it would be an ease to my heart. I remember once,' he said,--and as he spoke he again put his arm around her waist, 'when I was debarred from taking office, by a domestic circumstance.' 'I remember that too,' she said, speaking very gently and looking up at him. 'It was a grief to me at the time, though it turned out so well, --because the office then suggested to me was one which I thought I could fill with credit to the country. I believed in myself then, as far as that work went. But for this attempt I have no belief in myself. I doubt whether I have any gift for governing men.' 'It will come.' 'It may be that I must try;--and it may be that I must break my heart because I fail. But I shall make the attempt if I am directed to do so in any manner that shall seem feasible. I must be off now. The Duke is to be here this evening. They had better have dinner ready for me whenever I may be able to eat it.' Then he took his departure before she could say another word. When the Duchess was alone she took to thinking of the whole |
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