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They
were
both
silent
for
a
few
moments
.
Elinor
first
spoke
.
"
Did
you
tell
her
that
you
should
soon
return
?
"
"
I
do
not
know
what
I
told
her
,
"
he
replied
,
impatiently
;
"
less
than
was
due
to
the
past
,
beyond
a
doubt
,
and
in
all
likelihood
much
more
than
was
justified
by
the
future
.
I
cannot
think
of
it
.
—
It
won
’
t
do
.
—
Then
came
your
dear
mother
to
torture
me
farther
,
with
all
her
kindness
and
confidence
.
Thank
Heaven
!
it
DID
torture
me
.
I
was
miserable
.
Miss
Dashwood
,
you
cannot
have
an
idea
of
the
comfort
it
gives
me
to
look
back
on
my
own
misery
.
I
owe
such
a
grudge
to
myself
for
the
stupid
,
rascally
folly
of
my
own
heart
,
that
all
my
past
sufferings
under
it
are
only
triumph
and
exultation
to
me
now
.
Well
,
I
went
,
left
all
that
I
loved
,
and
went
to
those
to
whom
,
at
best
,
I
was
only
indifferent
.
My
journey
to
town
—
travelling
with
my
own
horses
,
and
therefore
so
tediously
—
no
creature
to
speak
to
—
my
own
reflections
so
cheerful
—
when
I
looked
forward
every
thing
so
inviting
!
—
when
I
looked
back
at
Barton
,
the
picture
so
soothing
!
—
oh
,
it
was
a
blessed
journey
!
"
He
stopped
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
said
Elinor
,
who
,
though
pitying
him
,
grew
impatient
for
his
departure
,
"
and
this
is
all
?
"
"
Ah
!
—
no
,
—
have
you
forgot
what
passed
in
town
?
—
That
infamous
letter
—
Did
she
shew
it
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
saw
every
note
that
passed
.
"
"
When
the
first
of
hers
reached
me
(
as
it
immediately
did
,
for
I
was
in
town
the
whole
time
,
)
what
I
felt
is
—
in
the
common
phrase
,
not
to
be
expressed
;
in
a
more
simple
one
—
perhaps
too
simple
to
raise
any
emotion
—
my
feelings
were
very
,
very
painful
.
—
Every
line
,
every
word
was
—
in
the
hackneyed
metaphor
which
their
dear
writer
,
were
she
here
,
would
forbid
—
a
dagger
to
my
heart
.
To
know
that
Marianne
was
in
town
was
—
in
the
same
language
—
a
thunderbolt
.
—
Thunderbolts
and
daggers
!
—
what
a
reproof
would
she
have
given
me
!
—
her
taste
,
her
opinions
—
I
believe
they
are
better
known
to
me
than
my
own
,
—
and
I
am
sure
they
are
dearer
.
"
Elinor
’
s
heart
,
which
had
undergone
many
changes
in
the
course
of
this
extraordinary
conversation
,
was
now
softened
again
;
—
yet
she
felt
it
her
duty
to
check
such
ideas
in
her
companion
as
the
last
.
