CHAPTER LXXXIII.  “And now good-morrow to our waking soulsWhich watch not one another out of fear;For love all love of other sights controls,And makes one little room, an everywhere.”—DR. DONNE. On the second morning after Dorothea’s visit to Rosamond, she had had two nights of sound sleep, and had not only lost all traces of fatigue, but felt as if she had a great deal of superfluous strength—that is to say, more strength than she could manage to concentrate on any occupation. The day before, she had taken long walks outside the grounds, and had paid two visits to the