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His
colour
increased
;
and
with
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
ground
he
only
replied
,
"
You
are
too
good
.
"
Mrs
.
Dashwood
looked
at
Elinor
with
surprise
.
Elinor
felt
equal
amazement
.
For
a
few
moments
every
one
was
silent
.
Mrs
.
Dashwood
first
spoke
.
"
I
have
only
to
add
,
my
dear
Willoughby
,
that
at
Barton
cottage
you
will
always
be
welcome
;
for
I
will
not
press
you
to
return
here
immediately
,
because
you
only
can
judge
how
far
THAT
might
be
pleasing
to
Mrs
.
Smith
;
and
on
this
head
I
shall
be
no
more
disposed
to
question
your
judgment
than
to
doubt
your
inclination
.
"
"
My
engagements
at
present
,
"
replied
Willoughby
,
confusedly
,
"
are
of
such
a
nature
—
that
—
I
dare
not
flatter
myself
"
—
He
stopt
.
Mrs
.
Dashwood
was
too
much
astonished
to
speak
,
and
another
pause
succeeded
.
This
was
broken
by
Willoughby
,
who
said
with
a
faint
smile
,
"
It
is
folly
to
linger
in
this
manner
.
I
will
not
torment
myself
any
longer
by
remaining
among
friends
whose
society
it
is
impossible
for
me
now
to
enjoy
.
"
He
then
hastily
took
leave
of
them
all
and
left
the
room
.
They
saw
him
step
into
his
carriage
,
and
in
a
minute
it
was
out
of
sight
.
Mrs
.
Dashwood
felt
too
much
for
speech
,
and
instantly
quitted
the
parlour
to
give
way
in
solitude
to
the
concern
and
alarm
which
this
sudden
departure
occasioned
.
Elinor
’
s
uneasiness
was
at
least
equal
to
her
mother
’
s
.
She
thought
of
what
had
just
passed
with
anxiety
and
distrust
.
Willoughby
’
s
behaviour
in
taking
leave
of
them
,
his
embarrassment
,
and
affectation
of
cheerfulness
,
and
,
above
all
,
his
unwillingness
to
accept
her
mother
’
s
invitation
,
a
backwardness
so
unlike
a
lover
,
so
unlike
himself
,
greatly
disturbed
her
.
One
moment
she
feared
that
no
serious
design
had
ever
been
formed
on
his
side
;
and
the
next
that
some
unfortunate
quarrel
had
taken
place
between
him
and
her
sister
;
—
the
distress
in
which
Marianne
had
quitted
the
room
was
such
as
a
serious
quarrel
could
most
reasonably
account
for
,
though
when
she
considered
what
Marianne
’
s
love
for
him
was
,
a
quarrel
seemed
almost
impossible
.
But
whatever
might
be
the
particulars
of
their
separation
,
her
sister
’
s
affliction
was
indubitable
;
and
she
thought
with
the
tenderest
compassion
of
that
violent
sorrow
which
Marianne
was
in
all
probability
not
merely
giving
way
to
as
a
relief
,
but
feeding
and
encouraging
as
a
duty
.
