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She
paused
—
no
one
spoke
.
"
I
think
,
Elinor
,
"
she
presently
added
,
"
we
must
employ
Edward
to
take
care
of
us
in
our
return
to
Barton
.
In
a
week
or
two
,
I
suppose
,
we
shall
be
going
;
and
,
I
trust
,
Edward
will
not
be
very
unwilling
to
accept
the
charge
.
"
Poor
Edward
muttered
something
,
but
what
it
was
,
nobody
knew
,
not
even
himself
.
But
Marianne
,
who
saw
his
agitation
,
and
could
easily
trace
it
to
whatever
cause
best
pleased
herself
,
was
perfectly
satisfied
,
and
soon
talked
of
something
else
.
"
We
spent
such
a
day
,
Edward
,
in
Harley
Street
yesterday
!
So
dull
,
so
wretchedly
dull
!
—
But
I
have
much
to
say
to
you
on
that
head
,
which
cannot
be
said
now
.
"
And
with
this
admirable
discretion
did
she
defer
the
assurance
of
her
finding
their
mutual
relatives
more
disagreeable
than
ever
,
and
of
her
being
particularly
disgusted
with
his
mother
,
till
they
were
more
in
private
.
"
But
why
were
you
not
there
,
Edward
?
—
Why
did
you
not
come
?
"
"
I
was
engaged
elsewhere
.
"
"
Engaged
!
But
what
was
that
,
when
such
friends
were
to
be
met
?
"
"
Perhaps
,
Miss
Marianne
,
"
cried
Lucy
,
eager
to
take
some
revenge
on
her
,
"
you
think
young
men
never
stand
upon
engagements
,
if
they
have
no
mind
to
keep
them
,
little
as
well
as
great
.
"
