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They
saw
nothing
of
Marianne
till
dinner
time
,
when
she
entered
the
room
and
took
her
place
at
the
table
without
saying
a
word
.
Her
eyes
were
red
and
swollen
;
and
it
seemed
as
if
her
tears
were
even
then
restrained
with
difficulty
.
She
avoided
the
looks
of
them
all
,
could
neither
eat
nor
speak
,
and
after
some
time
,
on
her
mother
’
s
silently
pressing
her
hand
with
tender
compassion
,
her
small
degree
of
fortitude
was
quite
overcome
,
she
burst
into
tears
and
left
the
room
This
violent
oppression
of
spirits
continued
the
whole
evening
.
She
was
without
any
power
,
because
she
was
without
any
desire
of
command
over
herself
.
The
slightest
mention
of
anything
relative
to
Willoughby
overpowered
her
in
an
instant
;
and
though
her
family
were
most
anxiously
attentive
to
her
comfort
,
it
was
impossible
for
them
,
if
they
spoke
at
all
,
to
keep
clear
of
every
subject
which
her
feelings
connected
with
him
.
Marianne
would
have
thought
herself
very
inexcusable
had
she
been
able
to
sleep
at
all
the
first
night
after
parting
from
Willoughby
.
She
would
have
been
ashamed
to
look
her
family
in
the
face
the
next
morning
,
had
she
not
risen
from
her
bed
in
more
need
of
repose
than
when
she
lay
down
in
it
.
But
the
feelings
which
made
such
composure
a
disgrace
,
left
her
in
no
danger
of
incurring
it
.
She
was
awake
the
whole
night
,
and
she
wept
the
greatest
part
of
it
.
She
got
up
with
a
headache
,
was
unable
to
talk
,
and
unwilling
to
take
any
nourishment
;
giving
pain
every
moment
to
her
mother
and
sisters
,
and
forbidding
all
attempt
at
consolation
from
either
.
Her
sensibility
was
potent
enough
!
When
breakfast
was
over
she
walked
out
by
herself
,
and
wandered
about
the
village
of
Allenham
,
indulging
the
recollection
of
past
enjoyment
and
crying
over
the
present
reverse
for
the
chief
of
the
morning
.
The
evening
passed
off
in
the
equal
indulgence
of
feeling
.
She
played
over
every
favourite
song
that
she
had
been
used
to
play
to
Willoughby
,
every
air
in
which
their
voices
had
been
oftenest
joined
,
and
sat
at
the
instrument
gazing
on
every
line
of
music
that
he
had
written
out
for
her
,
till
her
heart
was
so
heavy
that
no
farther
sadness
could
be
gained
;
and
this
nourishment
of
grief
was
every
day
applied
.
She
spent
whole
hours
at
the
pianoforte
alternately
singing
and
crying
;
her
voice
often
totally
suspended
by
her
tears
.
In
books
too
,
as
well
as
in
music
,
she
courted
the
misery
which
a
contrast
between
the
past
and
present
was
certain
of
giving
.
She
read
nothing
but
what
they
had
been
used
to
read
together
.
Such
violence
of
affliction
indeed
could
not
be
supported
for
ever
;
it
sunk
within
a
few
days
into
a
calmer
melancholy
;
but
these
employments
,
to
which
she
daily
recurred
,
her
solitary
walks
and
silent
meditations
,
still
produced
occasional
effusions
of
sorrow
as
lively
as
ever
.
No
letter
from
Willoughby
came
;
and
none
seemed
expected
by
Marianne
.
Her
mother
was
surprised
,
and
Elinor
again
became
uneasy
.
But
Mrs
.
Dashwood
could
find
explanations
whenever
she
wanted
them
,
which
at
least
satisfied
herself
.
"
Remember
,
Elinor
,
"
said
she
,
"
how
very
often
Sir
John
fetches
our
letters
himself
from
the
post
,
and
carries
them
to
it
.
We
have
already
agreed
that
secrecy
may
be
necessary
,
and
we
must
acknowledge
that
it
could
not
be
maintained
if
their
correspondence
were
to
pass
through
Sir
John
’
s
hands
.
"
Elinor
could
not
deny
the
truth
of
this
,
and
she
tried
to
find
in
it
a
motive
sufficient
for
their
silence
.
But
there
was
one
method
so
direct
,
so
simple
,
and
in
her
opinion
so
eligible
of
knowing
the
real
state
of
the
affair
,
and
of
instantly
removing
all
mystery
,
that
she
could
not
help
suggesting
it
to
her
mother
.
"
Why
do
you
not
ask
Marianne
at
once
,
"
said
she
,
"
whether
she
is
or
she
is
not
engaged
to
Willoughby
?
From
you
,
her
mother
,
and
so
kind
,
so
indulgent
a
mother
,
the
question
could
not
give
offence
.
It
would
be
the
natural
result
of
your
affection
for
her
.
She
used
to
be
all
unreserve
,
and
to
you
more
especially
.
"
