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"
A
fortnight
!
"
she
repeated
,
surprised
at
his
being
so
long
in
the
same
county
with
Elinor
without
seeing
her
before
.
He
looked
rather
distressed
as
he
added
,
that
he
had
been
staying
with
some
friends
near
Plymouth
.
"
Have
you
been
lately
in
Sussex
?
"
said
Elinor
.
"
I
was
at
Norland
about
a
month
ago
.
"
"
And
how
does
dear
,
dear
Norland
look
?
"
cried
Marianne
.
"
Dear
,
dear
Norland
,
"
said
Elinor
,
"
probably
looks
much
as
it
always
does
at
this
time
of
the
year
.
The
woods
and
walks
thickly
covered
with
dead
leaves
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
cried
Marianne
,
"
with
what
transporting
sensation
have
I
formerly
seen
them
fall
!
How
have
I
delighted
,
as
I
walked
,
to
see
them
driven
in
showers
about
me
by
the
wind
!
What
feelings
have
they
,
the
season
,
the
air
altogether
inspired
!
Now
there
is
no
one
to
regard
them
.
They
are
seen
only
as
a
nuisance
,
swept
hastily
off
,
and
driven
as
much
as
possible
from
the
sight
.
"
"
It
is
not
every
one
,
"
said
Elinor
,
"
who
has
your
passion
for
dead
leaves
.
"
"
No
;
my
feelings
are
not
often
shared
,
not
often
understood
.
But
SOMETIMES
they
are
.
"
—
As
she
said
this
,
she
sunk
into
a
reverie
for
a
few
moments
;
—
but
rousing
herself
again
,
"
Now
,
Edward
,
"
said
she
,
calling
his
attention
to
the
prospect
,
"
here
is
Barton
valley
.
Look
up
to
it
,
and
be
tranquil
if
you
can
.
Look
at
those
hills
!
Did
you
ever
see
their
equals
?
To
the
left
is
Barton
park
,
amongst
those
woods
and
plantations
.
You
may
see
the
end
of
the
house
.
And
there
,
beneath
that
farthest
hill
,
which
rises
with
such
grandeur
,
is
our
cottage
.
"
