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It
is
a
reasonable
and
laudable
pride
which
resists
such
malevolence
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
cried
Marianne
,
"
misery
such
as
mine
has
no
pride
.
I
care
not
who
knows
that
I
am
wretched
.
The
triumph
of
seeing
me
so
may
be
open
to
all
the
world
.
Elinor
,
Elinor
,
they
who
suffer
little
may
be
proud
and
independent
as
they
like
—
may
resist
insult
,
or
return
mortification
—
but
I
cannot
.
I
must
feel
—
I
must
be
wretched
—
and
they
are
welcome
to
enjoy
the
consciousness
of
it
that
can
.
"
"
But
for
my
mother
’
s
sake
and
mine
—
"
"
I
would
do
more
than
for
my
own
.
But
to
appear
happy
when
I
am
so
miserable
—
Oh
!
who
can
require
it
?
"
Again
they
were
both
silent
.
Elinor
was
employed
in
walking
thoughtfully
from
the
fire
to
the
window
,
from
the
window
to
the
fire
,
without
knowing
that
she
received
warmth
from
one
,
or
discerning
objects
through
the
other
;
and
Marianne
,
seated
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
with
her
head
leaning
against
one
of
its
posts
,
again
took
up
Willoughby
’
s
letter
,
and
,
after
shuddering
over
every
sentence
,
exclaimed
—
"
It
is
too
much
!
Oh
,
Willoughby
,
Willoughby
,
could
this
be
yours
!
Cruel
,
cruel
—
nothing
can
acquit
you
.
Elinor
,
nothing
can
.
Whatever
he
might
have
heard
against
me
—
ought
he
not
to
have
suspended
his
belief
?
ought
he
not
to
have
told
me
of
it
,
to
have
given
me
the
power
of
clearing
myself
?
’
The
lock
of
hair
,
(
repeating
it
from
the
letter
,
)
which
you
so
obligingly
bestowed
on
me
’
—
That
is
unpardonable
.
Willoughby
,
where
was
your
heart
when
you
wrote
those
words
?
Oh
,
barbarously
insolent
!
—
Elinor
,
can
he
be
justified
?
"
"
No
,
Marianne
,
in
no
possible
way
"
"
And
yet
this
woman
—
who
knows
what
her
art
may
have
been
?
—
how
long
it
may
have
been
premeditated
,
and
how
deeply
contrived
by
her
!
—
Who
is
she
?
—
Who
can
she
be
?
—
Whom
did
I
ever
hear
him
talk
of
as
young
and
attractive
among
his
female
acquaintance
?
—
Oh
!
no
one
,
no
one
—
he
talked
to
me
only
of
myself
.
"
Another
pause
ensued
;
Marianne
was
greatly
agitated
,
and
it
ended
thus
.
