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Elinor
would
not
speak
.
He
repeated
the
inquiry
with
yet
greater
eagerness
.
"
For
God
’
s
sake
tell
me
,
is
she
out
of
danger
,
or
is
she
not
?
"
"
We
hope
she
is
.
"
He
rose
up
,
and
walked
across
the
room
.
"
Had
I
known
as
much
half
an
hour
ago
—
But
since
I
AM
here
,
"
—
speaking
with
a
forced
vivacity
as
he
returned
to
his
seat
—
"
what
does
it
signify
?
—
For
once
,
Miss
Dashwood
—
it
will
be
the
last
time
,
perhaps
—
let
us
be
cheerful
together
.
—
I
am
in
a
fine
mood
for
gaiety
.
—
Tell
me
honestly
"
—
a
deeper
glow
overspreading
his
cheeks
—
"
do
you
think
me
most
a
knave
or
a
fool
?
"
Elinor
looked
at
him
with
greater
astonishment
than
ever
.
She
began
to
think
that
he
must
be
in
liquor
;
—
the
strangeness
of
such
a
visit
,
and
of
such
manners
,
seemed
no
otherwise
intelligible
;
and
with
this
impression
she
immediately
rose
,
saying
,
"
Mr
.
Willoughby
,
I
advise
you
at
present
to
return
to
Combe
—
I
am
not
at
leisure
to
remain
with
you
longer
.
—
Whatever
your
business
may
be
with
me
,
it
will
be
better
recollected
and
explained
to
-
morrow
.
"
"
I
understand
you
,
"
he
replied
,
with
an
expressive
smile
,
and
a
voice
perfectly
calm
;
"
yes
,
I
am
very
drunk
.
—
A
pint
of
porter
with
my
cold
beef
at
Marlborough
was
enough
to
over
-
set
me
.
"
"
At
Marlborough
!
"
—
cried
Elinor
,
more
and
more
at
a
loss
to
understand
what
he
would
be
at
.
"
Yes
,
—
I
left
London
this
morning
at
eight
o
’
clock
,
and
the
only
ten
minutes
I
have
spent
out
of
my
chaise
since
that
time
procured
me
a
nuncheon
at
Marlborough
.
