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Elinor
could
no
longer
witness
this
torrent
of
unresisted
grief
in
silence
.
"
Exert
yourself
,
dear
Marianne
,
"
she
cried
,
"
if
you
would
not
kill
yourself
and
all
who
love
you
.
Think
of
your
mother
;
think
of
her
misery
while
YOU
suffer
:
for
her
sake
you
must
exert
yourself
.
"
"
I
cannot
,
I
cannot
,
"
cried
Marianne
;
"
leave
me
,
leave
me
,
if
I
distress
you
;
leave
me
,
hate
me
,
forget
me
!
but
do
not
torture
me
so
.
Oh
!
how
easy
for
those
,
who
have
no
sorrow
of
their
own
to
talk
of
exertion
!
Happy
,
happy
Elinor
,
YOU
cannot
have
an
idea
of
what
I
suffer
.
"
"
Do
you
call
ME
happy
,
Marianne
?
Ah
!
if
you
knew
!
—
And
can
you
believe
me
to
be
so
,
while
I
see
you
so
wretched
!
"
"
Forgive
me
,
forgive
me
,
"
throwing
her
arms
round
her
sister
’
s
neck
;
"
I
know
you
feel
for
me
;
I
know
what
a
heart
you
have
;
but
yet
you
are
—
you
must
be
happy
;
Edward
loves
you
—
what
,
oh
what
,
can
do
away
such
happiness
as
that
?
"
"
Many
,
many
circumstances
,
"
said
Elinor
,
solemnly
.
"
No
,
no
,
no
,
"
cried
Marianne
wildly
,
"
he
loves
you
,
and
only
you
.
You
CAN
have
no
grief
.
"
"
I
can
have
no
pleasure
while
I
see
you
in
this
state
.
"
"
And
you
will
never
see
me
otherwise
.
Mine
is
a
misery
which
nothing
can
do
away
.
"
