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She had been much with her uncle Mr. Casaubon during the last two months, and more than once she had resolved that Middlemarch, where she had come to live, should not be indifferent to her. The place had its claims on her; she could not be content to be merely a recluse; she meant to show her sympathy with the town’s affairs, and to be of use according to her opportunities. The sense of duty and the love of ideal ends were strong in her, though they often wore the guise of gentle patience rather than of decisive action.