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The Warden

The Jupiter
Though Eleanor Harding rode off from John Bold on a high horse, it must not be
supposed that her heart was so elate as her demeanour. In the first place, she had a natural
repugnance to losing her lover; and in the next, she was not quite So sure that she was in
the right as she pretended to be. Her father had told her, and that now repeatedly, that
Bold was doing nothing unjust or ungenerous; and why then should she rebuke him, and
throw him off, when she felt herself so ill able to bear his loss?--but such is human
nature, and young-lady-nature especially. As she walked off from him beneath the shady
elms of the close, her look, her tone, every motion and gesture of her body, belied her
heart; she would have given the world to have taken him by the hand, to have reasoned
with him, persuaded him, cajoled him, coaxed him out of his project; to have overcome
him with all her female artillery, and to have redeemed her father at the cost of herself;
but pride would not let her do this, and she left him without a look of love or a word of
kindness.
Had Bold been judging of another lover and of another lady, he might have understood
all this as well as we do; but in matters of love men do not see clearly in their own affairs.
They say that faint heart never won fair lady; and it is amazing to me how fair ladies are
won, so faint are often men's hearts! Were it not for the kindness of their nature, that
seeing the weakness of our courage they will occasionally descend from their
impregnable fortresses, and themselves aid us in effecting their own defeat, too often
would they escape unconquered if not unscathed, and free of body if not of heart.
Poor Bold crept off quite crestfallen; he felt that as regarded Eleanor Harding his fate was
sealed, unless he could consent to give up a task to which he had pledged himself and
which indeed it would not be easy for him to give up. Lawyers were engaged, and the
question had to a certain extent been taken up by the public; besides, how could a high-
spirited girl like Eleanor Harding really learn to love a man for neglecting a duty which
he assumed! Could she allow her affection to be purchased at the cost of his own self-
respect?
As regarded the issue of his attempt at reformation in the hospital, Bold had no reason
hitherto to be discontented with his success. All Barchester was by the ears about it. The
bishop, the archdeacon, the warden, the steward, and several other clerical allies, had
daily meetings, discussing their tactics, and preparing for the great attack. Sir Abraham
Haphazard had been consulted, but his opinion was not yet received: copies of Hiram's
will, copies of wardens' journals, copies of leases, copies of accounts, copies of
everything that could be copied, and of some that could not, had been sent to him; and the
case was assuming most creditable dimensions. But, above all, it had been mentioned in
the daily Jupiter. That all- powerful organ of the press in one of its leading thunderbolts
launched at St Cross, had thus remarked: 'Another case, of smaller dimensions indeed,
but of similar import, is now likely to come under public notice. We are informed that the
warden or master of an old almshouse attached to Barchester Cathedral is in receipt of
twenty-five times the annual income appointed for him by the will of the founder, while
 
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