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That
he
should
be
married
soon
,
before
(
as
she
imagined
)
he
could
be
in
orders
,
and
consequently
before
he
could
be
in
possession
of
the
living
,
surprised
her
a
little
at
first
.
But
she
soon
saw
how
likely
it
was
that
Lucy
,
in
her
self
-
provident
care
,
in
her
haste
to
secure
him
,
should
overlook
every
thing
but
the
risk
of
delay
.
They
were
married
,
married
in
town
,
and
now
hastening
down
to
her
uncle
’
s
.
What
had
Edward
felt
on
being
within
four
miles
from
Barton
,
on
seeing
her
mother
’
s
servant
,
on
hearing
Lucy
’
s
message
!
They
would
soon
,
she
supposed
,
be
settled
at
Delaford
.
—
Delaford
,
—
that
place
in
which
so
much
conspired
to
give
her
an
interest
;
which
she
wished
to
be
acquainted
with
,
and
yet
desired
to
avoid
.
She
saw
them
in
an
instant
in
their
parsonage
-
house
;
saw
in
Lucy
,
the
active
,
contriving
manager
,
uniting
at
once
a
desire
of
smart
appearance
with
the
utmost
frugality
,
and
ashamed
to
be
suspected
of
half
her
economical
practices
;
—
pursuing
her
own
interest
in
every
thought
,
courting
the
favour
of
Colonel
Brandon
,
of
Mrs
.
Jennings
,
and
of
every
wealthy
friend
.
In
Edward
—
she
knew
not
what
she
saw
,
nor
what
she
wished
to
see
;
—
happy
or
unhappy
,
—
nothing
pleased
her
;
she
turned
away
her
head
from
every
sketch
of
him
.
Elinor
flattered
herself
that
some
one
of
their
connections
in
London
would
write
to
them
to
announce
the
event
,
and
give
farther
particulars
,
—
but
day
after
day
passed
off
,
and
brought
no
letter
,
no
tidings
.
Though
uncertain
that
any
one
were
to
blame
,
she
found
fault
with
every
absent
friend
.
They
were
all
thoughtless
or
indolent
.
"
When
do
you
write
to
Colonel
Brandon
,
ma
’
am
?
"
was
an
inquiry
which
sprung
from
the
impatience
of
her
mind
to
have
something
going
on
.
"
I
wrote
to
him
,
my
love
,
last
week
,
and
rather
expect
to
see
,
than
to
hear
from
him
again
.
I
earnestly
pressed
his
coming
to
us
,
and
should
not
be
surprised
to
see
him
walk
in
today
or
tomorrow
,
or
any
day
.
"
This
was
gaining
something
,
something
to
look
forward
to
.
Colonel
Brandon
must
have
some
information
to
give
.
Scarcely
had
she
so
determined
it
,
when
the
figure
of
a
man
on
horseback
drew
her
eyes
to
the
window
.
He
stopt
at
their
gate
.
It
was
a
gentleman
,
it
was
Colonel
Brandon
himself
.
Now
she
could
hear
more
;
and
she
trembled
in
expectation
of
it
.
But
—
it
was
NOT
Colonel
Brandon
—
neither
his
air
—
nor
his
height
.
Were
it
possible
,
she
must
say
it
must
be
Edward
.
She
looked
again
.
He
had
just
dismounted
;
—
she
could
not
be
mistaken
,
—
it
WAS
Edward
.
She
moved
away
and
sat
down
.
"
He
comes
from
Mr
.
Pratt
’
s
purposely
to
see
us
.
I
WILL
be
calm
;
I
WILL
be
mistress
of
myself
.
"
In
a
moment
she
perceived
that
the
others
were
likewise
aware
of
the
mistake
.
She
saw
her
mother
and
Marianne
change
colour
;
saw
them
look
at
herself
,
and
whisper
a
few
sentences
to
each
other
.
She
would
have
given
the
world
to
be
able
to
speak
—
and
to
make
them
understand
that
she
hoped
no
coolness
,
no
slight
,
would
appear
in
their
behaviour
to
him
;
—
but
she
had
no
utterance
,
and
was
obliged
to
leave
all
to
their
own
discretion
.
