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"
Yes
,
you
have
certainly
removed
something
—
a
little
.
—
You
have
proved
yourself
,
on
the
whole
,
less
faulty
than
I
had
believed
you
.
You
have
proved
your
heart
less
wicked
,
much
less
wicked
.
But
I
hardly
know
—
the
misery
that
you
have
inflicted
—
I
hardly
know
what
could
have
made
it
worse
.
"
"
Will
you
repeat
to
your
sister
when
she
is
recovered
,
what
I
have
been
telling
you
?
—
Let
me
be
a
little
lightened
too
in
her
opinion
as
well
as
in
yours
.
You
tell
me
that
she
has
forgiven
me
already
.
Let
me
be
able
to
fancy
that
a
better
knowledge
of
my
heart
,
and
of
my
present
feelings
,
will
draw
from
her
a
more
spontaneous
,
more
natural
,
more
gentle
,
less
dignified
,
forgiveness
.
Tell
her
of
my
misery
and
my
penitence
—
tell
her
that
my
heart
was
never
inconstant
to
her
,
and
if
you
will
,
that
at
this
moment
she
is
dearer
to
me
than
ever
.
"
"
I
will
tell
her
all
that
is
necessary
to
what
may
comparatively
be
called
,
your
justification
.
But
you
have
not
explained
to
me
the
particular
reason
of
your
coming
now
,
nor
how
you
heard
of
her
illness
.
"
"
Last
night
,
in
Drury
Lane
lobby
,
I
ran
against
Sir
John
Middleton
,
and
when
he
saw
who
I
was
—
for
the
first
time
these
two
months
—
he
spoke
to
me
.
—
That
he
had
cut
me
ever
since
my
marriage
,
I
had
seen
without
surprise
or
resentment
.
Now
,
however
,
his
good
-
natured
,
honest
,
stupid
soul
,
full
of
indignation
against
me
,
and
concern
for
your
sister
,
could
not
resist
the
temptation
of
telling
me
what
he
knew
ought
to
—
though
probably
he
did
not
think
it
WOULD
—
vex
me
horridly
.
As
bluntly
as
he
could
speak
it
,
therefore
,
he
told
me
that
Marianne
Dashwood
was
dying
of
a
putrid
fever
at
Cleveland
—
a
letter
that
morning
received
from
Mrs
.
Jennings
declared
her
danger
most
imminent
—
the
Palmers
are
all
gone
off
in
a
fright
,
&
c
.
—
I
was
too
much
shocked
to
be
able
to
pass
myself
off
as
insensible
even
to
the
undiscerning
Sir
John
.
His
heart
was
softened
in
seeing
mine
suffer
;
and
so
much
of
his
ill
-
will
was
done
away
,
that
when
we
parted
,
he
almost
shook
me
by
the
hand
while
he
reminded
me
of
an
old
promise
about
a
pointer
puppy
.
What
I
felt
on
hearing
that
your
sister
was
dying
—
and
dying
too
,
believing
me
the
greatest
villain
upon
earth
,
scorning
,
hating
me
in
her
latest
moments
—
for
how
could
I
tell
what
horrid
projects
might
not
have
been
imputed
?
ONE
person
I
was
sure
would
represent
me
as
capable
of
any
thing
—
What
I
felt
was
dreadful
!
—
My
resolution
was
soon
made
,
and
at
eight
o
’
clock
this
morning
I
was
in
my
carriage
.
Now
you
know
all
.
"
Elinor
made
no
answer
.
Her
thoughts
were
silently
fixed
on
the
irreparable
injury
which
too
early
an
independence
and
its
consequent
habits
of
idleness
,
dissipation
,
and
luxury
,
had
made
in
the
mind
,
the
character
,
the
happiness
,
of
a
man
who
,
to
every
advantage
of
person
and
talents
,
united
a
disposition
naturally
open
and
honest
,
and
a
feeling
,
affectionate
temper
.
The
world
had
made
him
extravagant
and
vain
—
Extravagance
and
vanity
had
made
him
cold
-
hearted
and
selfish
.
Vanity
,
while
seeking
its
own
guilty
triumph
at
the
expense
of
another
,
had
involved
him
in
a
real
attachment
,
which
extravagance
,
or
at
least
its
offspring
,
necessity
,
had
required
to
be
sacrificed
.
Each
faulty
propensity
in
leading
him
to
evil
,
had
led
him
likewise
to
punishment
.
The
attachment
,
from
which
against
honour
,
against
feeling
,
against
every
better
interest
he
had
outwardly
torn
himself
,
now
,
when
no
longer
allowable
,
governed
every
thought
;
and
the
connection
,
for
the
sake
of
which
he
had
,
with
little
scruple
,
left
her
sister
to
misery
,
was
likely
to
prove
a
source
of
unhappiness
to
himself
of
a
far
more
incurable
nature
.
From
a
reverie
of
this
kind
she
was
recalled
at
the
end
of
some
minutes
by
Willoughby
,
who
,
rousing
himself
from
a
reverie
at
least
equally
painful
,
started
up
in
preparation
for
going
,
and
said
—
"
There
is
no
use
in
staying
here
;
I
must
be
off
.
"
"
Are
you
going
back
to
town
?
"
"
No
—
to
Combe
Magna
.
I
have
business
there
;
from
thence
to
town
in
a
day
or
two
.
Good
bye
.
"
