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Like
half
the
rest
of
the
world
,
if
more
than
half
there
be
that
are
clever
and
good
,
Marianne
,
with
excellent
abilities
and
an
excellent
disposition
,
was
neither
reasonable
nor
candid
.
She
expected
from
other
people
the
same
opinions
and
feelings
as
her
own
,
and
she
judged
of
their
motives
by
the
immediate
effect
of
their
actions
on
herself
.
Thus
a
circumstance
occurred
,
while
the
sisters
were
together
in
their
own
room
after
breakfast
,
which
sunk
the
heart
of
Mrs
.
Jennings
still
lower
in
her
estimation
;
because
,
through
her
own
weakness
,
it
chanced
to
prove
a
source
of
fresh
pain
to
herself
,
though
Mrs
.
Jennings
was
governed
in
it
by
an
impulse
of
the
utmost
goodwill
.
With
a
letter
in
her
outstretched
hand
,
and
countenance
gaily
smiling
,
from
the
persuasion
of
bringing
comfort
,
she
entered
their
room
,
saying
,
"
Now
,
my
dear
,
I
bring
you
something
that
I
am
sure
will
do
you
good
.
"
Marianne
heard
enough
.
In
one
moment
her
imagination
placed
before
her
a
letter
from
Willoughby
,
full
of
tenderness
and
contrition
,
explanatory
of
all
that
had
passed
,
satisfactory
,
convincing
;
and
instantly
followed
by
Willoughby
himself
,
rushing
eagerly
into
the
room
to
inforce
,
at
her
feet
,
by
the
eloquence
of
his
eyes
,
the
assurances
of
his
letter
.
The
work
of
one
moment
was
destroyed
by
the
next
.
The
hand
writing
of
her
mother
,
never
till
then
unwelcome
,
was
before
her
;
and
,
in
the
acuteness
of
the
disappointment
which
followed
such
an
ecstasy
of
more
than
hope
,
she
felt
as
if
,
till
that
instant
,
she
had
never
suffered
.
The
cruelty
of
Mrs
.
Jennings
no
language
,
within
her
reach
in
her
moments
of
happiest
eloquence
,
could
have
expressed
;
and
now
she
could
reproach
her
only
by
the
tears
which
streamed
from
her
eyes
with
passionate
violence
—
a
reproach
,
however
,
so
entirely
lost
on
its
object
,
that
after
many
expressions
of
pity
,
she
withdrew
,
still
referring
her
to
the
letter
of
comfort
.
But
the
letter
,
when
she
was
calm
enough
to
read
it
,
brought
little
comfort
.
Willoughby
filled
every
page
.
Her
mother
,
still
confident
of
their
engagement
,
and
relying
as
warmly
as
ever
on
his
constancy
,
had
only
been
roused
by
Elinor
’
s
application
,
to
intreat
from
Marianne
greater
openness
towards
them
both
;
and
this
,
with
such
tenderness
towards
her
,
such
affection
for
Willoughby
,
and
such
a
conviction
of
their
future
happiness
in
each
other
,
that
she
wept
with
agony
through
the
whole
of
it
.
All
her
impatience
to
be
at
home
again
now
returned
;
her
mother
was
dearer
to
her
than
ever
;
dearer
through
the
very
excess
of
her
mistaken
confidence
in
Willoughby
,
and
she
was
wildly
urgent
to
be
gone
.
Elinor
,
unable
herself
to
determine
whether
it
were
better
for
Marianne
to
be
in
London
or
at
Barton
,
offered
no
counsel
of
her
own
except
of
patience
till
their
mother
’
s
wishes
could
be
known
;
and
at
length
she
obtained
her
sister
’
s
consent
to
wait
for
that
knowledge
.
Mrs
.
Jennings
left
them
earlier
than
usual
;
for
she
could
not
be
easy
till
the
Middletons
and
Palmers
were
able
to
grieve
as
much
as
herself
;
and
positively
refusing
Elinor
’
s
offered
attendance
,
went
out
alone
for
the
rest
of
the
morning
.
Elinor
,
with
a
very
heavy
heart
,
aware
of
the
pain
she
was
going
to
communicate
,
and
perceiving
,
by
Marianne
’
s
letter
,
how
ill
she
had
succeeded
in
laying
any
foundation
for
it
,
then
sat
down
to
write
her
mother
an
account
of
what
had
passed
,
and
entreat
her
directions
for
the
future
;
while
Marianne
,
who
came
into
the
drawing
-
room
on
Mrs
.
Jennings
’
s
going
away
,
remained
fixed
at
the
table
where
Elinor
wrote
,
watching
the
advancement
of
her
pen
,
grieving
over
her
for
the
hardship
of
such
a
task
,
and
grieving
still
more
fondly
over
its
effect
on
her
mother
.
In
this
manner
they
had
continued
about
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
when
Marianne
,
whose
nerves
could
not
then
bear
any
sudden
noise
,
was
startled
by
a
rap
at
the
door
.
