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Dorothea Brooke, who was going to make a great deal of trouble and a great deal of glory in the quiet town of Middlemarch, had, it must be said at once, more of the conventional meekness of womanhood than of the positive energy which produces scenes. She had large and active mind; but it displayed itself rather in a thorough absorption of whatever she studied than in any noisy assertion of herself. She was a girl of twenty, with a serene face and a look of inward purpose which was always ready to break into an obstinate and hopeful expression.