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It
was
so
long
since
Emma
had
been
at
the
Abbey
,
that
as
soon
as
she
was
satisfied
of
her
father
's
comfort
,
she
was
glad
to
leave
him
,
and
look
around
her
;
eager
to
refresh
and
correct
her
memory
with
more
particular
observation
,
more
exact
understanding
of
a
house
and
grounds
which
must
ever
be
so
interesting
to
her
and
all
her
family
.
She
felt
all
the
honest
pride
and
complacency
which
her
alliance
with
the
present
and
future
proprietor
could
fairly
warrant
,
as
she
viewed
the
respectable
size
and
style
of
the
building
,
its
suitable
,
becoming
,
characteristic
situation
,
low
and
sheltered
--
its
ample
gardens
stretching
down
to
meadows
washed
by
a
stream
,
of
which
the
Abbey
,
with
all
the
old
neglect
of
prospect
,
had
scarcely
a
sight
--
and
its
abundance
of
timber
in
rows
and
avenues
,
which
neither
fashion
nor
extravagance
had
rooted
up
.
--
The
house
was
larger
than
Hartfield
,
and
totally
unlike
it
,
covering
a
good
deal
of
ground
,
rambling
and
irregular
,
with
many
comfortable
,
and
one
or
two
handsome
rooms
.
--
It
was
just
what
it
ought
to
be
,
and
it
looked
what
it
was
--
and
Emma
felt
an
increasing
respect
for
it
,
as
the
residence
of
a
family
of
such
true
gentility
,
untainted
in
blood
and
understanding
.
--
Some
faults
of
temper
John
Knightley
had
;
but
Isabella
had
connected
herself
unexceptionably
.
She
had
given
them
neither
men
,
nor
names
,
nor
places
,
that
could
raise
a
blush
.
These
were
pleasant
feelings
,
and
she
walked
about
and
indulged
them
till
it
was
necessary
to
do
as
the
others
did
,
and
collect
round
the
strawberry-beds
.
--
The
whole
party
were
assembled
,
excepting
Frank
Churchill
,
who
was
expected
every
moment
from
Richmond
;
and
Mrs.
Elton
,
in
all
her
apparatus
of
happiness
,
her
large
bonnet
and
her
basket
,
was
very
ready
to
lead
the
way
in
gathering
,
accepting
,
or
talking
--
strawberries
,
and
only
strawberries
,
could
now
be
thought
or
spoken
of
.
--
"
The
best
fruit
in
England
--
every
body
's
favourite
--
always
wholesome
.
--
These
the
finest
beds
and
finest
sorts
.
--
Delightful
to
gather
for
one
's
self
--
the
only
way
of
really
enjoying
them
.
--
Morning
decidedly
the
best
time
--
never
tired
--
every
sort
good
--
hautboy
infinitely
superior
--
no
comparison
--
the
others
hardly
eatable
--
hautboys
very
scarce
--
Chili
preferred
--
white
wood
finest
flavour
of
all
--
price
of
strawberries
in
London
--
abundance
about
Bristol
--
Maple
Grove
--
cultivation
--
beds
when
to
be
renewed
--
gardeners
thinking
exactly
different
--
no
general
rule
--
gardeners
never
to
be
put
out
of
their
way
--
delicious
fruit
--
only
too
rich
to
be
eaten
much
of
--
inferior
to
cherries
--
currants
more
refreshing
--
only
objection
to
gathering
strawberries
the
stooping
--
glaring
sun
--
tired
to
death
--
could
bear
it
no
longer
--
must
go
and
sit
in
the
shade
.
"
Such
,
for
half
an
hour
,
was
the
conversation
--
interrupted
only
once
by
Mrs.
Weston
,
who
came
out
,
in
her
solicitude
after
her
son-in-law
,
to
inquire
if
he
were
come
--
and
she
was
a
little
uneasy
.
--
She
had
some
fears
of
his
horse
.
Seats
tolerably
in
the
shade
were
found
;
and
now
Emma
was
obliged
to
overhear
what
Mrs.
Elton
and
Jane
Fairfax
were
talking
of
.
--
A
situation
,
a
most
desirable
situation
,
was
in
question
.
Mrs.
Elton
had
received
notice
of
it
that
morning
,
and
was
in
raptures
.
It
was
not
with
Mrs.
Suckling
,
it
was
not
with
Mrs.
Bragge
,
but
in
felicity
and
splendour
it
fell
short
only
of
them
:
it
was
with
a
cousin
of
Mrs.
Bragge
,
an
acquaintance
of
Mrs.
Suckling
,
a
lady
known
at
Maple
Grove
.
Delightful
,
charming
,
superior
,
first
circles
,
spheres
,
lines
,
ranks
,
every
thing
--
and
Mrs.
Elton
was
wild
to
have
the
offer
closed
with
immediately
.
--
On
her
side
,
all
was
warmth
,
energy
,
and
triumph
--
and
she
positively
refused
to
take
her
friend
's
negative
,
though
Miss
Fairfax
continued
to
assure
her
that
she
would
not
at
present
engage
in
any
thing
,
repeating
the
same
motives
which
she
had
been
heard
to
urge
before
.
--
Still
Mrs.
Elton
insisted
on
being
authorised
to
write
an
acquiescence
by
the
morrow
's
post
.
--
How
Jane
could
bear
it
at
all
,
was
astonishing
to
Emma
.
--
She
did
look
vexed
,
she
did
speak
pointedly
--
and
at
last
,
with
a
decision
of
action
unusual
to
her
,
proposed
a
removal
.
--
"
Should
not
they
walk
?
Would
not
Mr.
Knightley
shew
them
the
gardens
--
all
the
gardens
?
--
She
wished
to
see
the
whole
extent
.
"
--
The
pertinacity
of
her
friend
seemed
more
than
she
could
bear
.
It
was
hot
;
and
after
walking
some
time
over
the
gardens
in
a
scattered
,
dispersed
way
,
scarcely
any
three
together
,
they
insensibly
followed
one
another
to
the
delicious
shade
of
a
broad
short
avenue
of
limes
,
which
stretching
beyond
the
garden
at
an
equal
distance
from
the
river
,
seemed
the
finish
of
the
pleasure
grounds
.
--
It
led
to
nothing
;
nothing
but
a
view
at
the
end
over
a
low
stone
wall
with
high
pillars
,
which
seemed
intended
,
in
their
erection
,
to
give
the
appearance
of
an
approach
to
the
house
,
which
never
had
been
there
.
Disputable
,
however
,
as
might
be
the
taste
of
such
a
termination
,
it
was
in
itself
a
charming
walk
,
and
the
view
which
closed
it
extremely
pretty
.
--
The
considerable
slope
,
at
nearly
the
foot
of
which
the
Abbey
stood
,
gradually
acquired
a
steeper
form
beyond
its
grounds
;
and
at
half
a
mile
distant
was
a
bank
of
considerable
abruptness
and
grandeur
,
well
clothed
with
wood
--
and
at
the
bottom
of
this
bank
,
favourably
placed
and
sheltered
,
rose
the
Abbey
Mill
Farm
,
with
meadows
in
front
,
and
the
river
making
a
close
and
handsome
curve
around
it
.
It
was
a
sweet
view
--
sweet
to
the
eye
and
the
mind
.
English
verdure
,
English
culture
,
English
comfort
,
seen
under
a
sun
bright
,
without
being
oppressive
.
In
this
walk
Emma
and
Mr.
Weston
found
all
the
others
assembled
;
and
towards
this
view
she
immediately
perceived
Mr.
Knightley
and
Harriet
distinct
from
the
rest
,
quietly
leading
the
way
.
Mr.
Knightley
and
Harriet
!
--
It
was
an
odd
tete-a-tete
;
but
she
was
glad
to
see
it
.
--
There
had
been
a
time
when
he
would
have
scorned
her
as
a
companion
,
and
turned
from
her
with
little
ceremony
.
Now
they
seemed
in
pleasant
conversation
.
There
had
been
a
time
also
when
Emma
would
have
been
sorry
to
see
Harriet
in
a
spot
so
favourable
for
the
Abbey
Mill
Farm
;
but
now
she
feared
it
not
.
It
might
be
safely
viewed
with
all
its
appendages
of
prosperity
and
beauty
,
its
rich
pastures
,
spreading
flocks
,
orchard
in
blossom
,
and
light
column
of
smoke
ascending
.
--
She
joined
them
at
the
wall
,
and
found
them
more
engaged
in
talking
than
in
looking
around
.
He
was
giving
Harriet
information
as
to
modes
of
agriculture
,
etc.
and
Emma
received
a
smile
which
seemed
to
say
,
"
These
are
my
own
concerns
.
I
have
a
right
to
talk
on
such
subjects
,
without
being
suspected
of
introducing
Robert
Martin
.
"
--
She
did
not
suspect
him
.
It
was
too
old
a
story
.
--
Robert
Martin
had
probably
ceased
to
think
of
Harriet
.
--
They
took
a
few
turns
together
along
the
walk
.
--
The
shade
was
most
refreshing
,
and
Emma
found
it
the
pleasantest
part
of
the
day
.
The
next
remove
was
to
the
house
;
they
must
all
go
in
and
eat
--
and
they
were
all
seated
and
busy
,
and
still
Frank
Churchill
did
not
come
.
Mrs.
Weston
looked
,
and
looked
in
vain
.
His
father
would
not
own
himself
uneasy
,
and
laughed
at
her
fears
;
but
she
could
not
be
cured
of
wishing
that
he
would
part
with
his
black
mare
.
He
had
expressed
himself
as
to
coming
,
with
more
than
common
certainty
.
"
His
aunt
was
so
much
better
,
that
he
had
not
a
doubt
of
getting
over
to
them
.
"
--
Mrs.
