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Ever in his soul / That larger justice which makes gratitude / Triumphed above resentment. 'Tis the mark / Of regal natures, with the wider life. / And fuller capability of joy: -- / Not wits exultant in the strongest lens / To show you goodness vanished into pulp / Never worth "thank you" -- they're the devil's friars, / Vowed to be poor as he in love and trust, / Yet must go begging of a world that keeps / Some human property.
Deronda, in parting from Gwendolen, had abstained from saying, "I shall not see you again for a long while: I am going away," lest Grandcourt should understand him to imply that the fact was of importance to her.