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Marianne
’
s
ideas
were
still
,
at
intervals
,
fixed
incoherently
on
her
mother
,
and
whenever
she
mentioned
her
name
,
it
gave
a
pang
to
the
heart
of
poor
Elinor
,
who
,
reproaching
herself
for
having
trifled
with
so
many
days
of
illness
,
and
wretched
for
some
immediate
relief
,
fancied
that
all
relief
might
soon
be
in
vain
,
that
every
thing
had
been
delayed
too
long
,
and
pictured
to
herself
her
suffering
mother
arriving
too
late
to
see
this
darling
child
,
or
to
see
her
rational
.
She
was
on
the
point
of
sending
again
for
Mr
.
Harris
,
or
if
HE
could
not
come
,
for
some
other
advice
,
when
the
former
—
but
not
till
after
five
o
’
clock
—
arrived
.
His
opinion
,
however
,
made
some
little
amends
for
his
delay
,
for
though
acknowledging
a
very
unexpected
and
unpleasant
alteration
in
his
patient
,
he
would
not
allow
the
danger
to
be
material
,
and
talked
of
the
relief
which
a
fresh
mode
of
treatment
must
procure
,
with
a
confidence
which
,
in
a
lesser
degree
,
was
communicated
to
Elinor
.
He
promised
to
call
again
in
the
course
of
three
or
four
hours
,
and
left
both
the
patient
and
her
anxious
attendant
more
composed
than
he
had
found
them
.
With
strong
concern
,
and
with
many
reproaches
for
not
being
called
to
their
aid
,
did
Mrs
.
Jennings
hear
in
the
morning
of
what
had
passed
.
Her
former
apprehensions
,
now
with
greater
reason
restored
,
left
her
no
doubt
of
the
event
;
and
though
trying
to
speak
comfort
to
Elinor
,
her
conviction
of
her
sister
’
s
danger
would
not
allow
her
to
offer
the
comfort
of
hope
.
Her
heart
was
really
grieved
.
The
rapid
decay
,
the
early
death
of
a
girl
so
young
,
so
lovely
as
Marianne
,
must
have
struck
a
less
interested
person
with
concern
.
On
Mrs
.
Jennings
’
s
compassion
she
had
other
claims
.
She
had
been
for
three
months
her
companion
,
was
still
under
her
care
,
and
she
was
known
to
have
been
greatly
injured
,
and
long
unhappy
.
The
distress
of
her
sister
too
,
particularly
a
favourite
,
was
before
her
;
—
and
as
for
their
mother
,
when
Mrs
.
Jennings
considered
that
Marianne
might
probably
be
to
HER
what
Charlotte
was
to
herself
,
her
sympathy
in
HER
sufferings
was
very
sincere
.
Mr
.
Harris
was
punctual
in
his
second
visit
;
—
but
he
came
to
be
disappointed
in
his
hopes
of
what
the
last
would
produce
.
His
medicines
had
failed
;
—
the
fever
was
unabated
;
and
Marianne
only
more
quiet
—
not
more
herself
—
remained
in
a
heavy
stupor
.
Elinor
,
catching
all
,
and
more
than
all
,
his
fears
in
a
moment
,
proposed
to
call
in
further
advice
.
But
he
judged
it
unnecessary
:
he
had
still
something
more
to
try
,
some
more
fresh
application
,
of
whose
success
he
was
as
confident
as
the
last
,
and
his
visit
concluded
with
encouraging
assurances
which
reached
the
ear
,
but
could
not
enter
the
heart
of
Miss
Dashwood
.
She
was
calm
,
except
when
she
thought
of
her
mother
;
but
she
was
almost
hopeless
;
and
in
this
state
she
continued
till
noon
,
scarcely
stirring
from
her
sister
’
s
bed
,
her
thoughts
wandering
from
one
image
of
grief
,
one
suffering
friend
to
another
,
and
her
spirits
oppressed
to
the
utmost
by
the
conversation
of
Mrs
.
Jennings
,
who
scrupled
not
to
attribute
the
severity
and
danger
of
this
attack
to
the
many
weeks
of
previous
indisposition
which
Marianne
’
s
disappointment
had
brought
on
.
Elinor
felt
all
the
reasonableness
of
the
idea
,
and
it
gave
fresh
misery
to
her
reflections
.
About
noon
,
however
,
she
began
—
but
with
a
caution
—
a
dread
of
disappointment
which
for
some
time
kept
her
silent
,
even
to
her
friend
—
to
fancy
,
to
hope
she
could
perceive
a
slight
amendment
in
her
sister
’
s
pulse
;
—
she
waited
,
watched
,
and
examined
it
again
and
again
;
—
and
at
last
,
with
an
agitation
more
difficult
to
bury
under
exterior
calmness
,
than
all
her
foregoing
distress
,
ventured
to
communicate
her
hopes
.
Mrs
.
Jennings
,
though
forced
,
on
examination
,
to
acknowledge
a
temporary
revival
,
tried
to
keep
her
young
friend
from
indulging
a
thought
of
its
continuance
;
—
and
Elinor
,
conning
over
every
injunction
of
distrust
,
told
herself
likewise
not
to
hope
.
But
it
was
too
late
.
Hope
had
already
entered
;
and
feeling
all
its
anxious
flutter
,
she
bent
over
her
sister
to
watch
—
she
hardly
knew
for
what
.
Half
an
hour
passed
away
,
and
the
favourable
symptom
yet
blessed
her
.
Others
even
arose
to
confirm
it
.
Her
breath
,
her
skin
,
her
lips
,
all
flattered
Elinor
with
signs
of
amendment
;
and
Marianne
fixed
her
eyes
on
her
with
a
rational
,
though
languid
,
gaze
.
Anxiety
and
hope
now
oppressed
her
in
equal
degrees
,
and
left
her
no
moment
of
tranquillity
till
the
arrival
of
Mr
.
Harris
at
four
o
’
clock
;
—
when
his
assurances
,
his
felicitations
on
a
recovery
in
her
sister
even
surpassing
his
expectation
,
gave
her
confidence
,
comfort
,
and
tears
of
joy
.
Marianne
was
in
every
respect
materially
better
,
and
he
declared
her
entirely
out
of
danger
.
Mrs
.
Jennings
,
perhaps
satisfied
with
the
partial
justification
of
her
forebodings
which
had
been
found
in
their
late
alarm
,
allowed
herself
to
trust
in
his
judgment
,
and
admitted
,
with
unfeigned
joy
,
and
soon
with
unequivocal
cheerfulness
,
the
probability
of
an
entire
recovery
.
Elinor
could
not
be
cheerful
.
Her
joy
was
of
a
different
kind
,
and
led
to
any
thing
rather
than
to
gaiety
.
Marianne
restored
to
life
,
health
,
friends
,
and
to
her
doting
mother
,
was
an
idea
to
fill
her
heart
with
sensations
of
exquisite
comfort
,
and
expand
it
in
fervent
gratitude
;
—
but
it
led
to
no
outward
demonstrations
of
joy
,
no
words
,
no
smiles
.
All
within
Elinor
’
s
breast
was
satisfaction
,
silent
and
strong
.
