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“
South
or
north
,
I
know
a
black
cloud
when
I
see
it
;
and
you
must
not
set
forward
while
it
is
so
threatening
.
And
besides
,
I
want
to
play
something
more
to
you
—
a
very
pretty
piece
—
and
your
cousin
Edmund
’
s
prime
favourite
.
You
must
stay
and
hear
your
cousin
’
s
favourite
.
”
Fanny
felt
that
she
must
;
and
though
she
had
not
waited
for
that
sentence
to
be
thinking
of
Edmund
,
such
a
memento
made
her
particularly
awake
to
his
idea
,
and
she
fancied
him
sitting
in
that
room
again
and
again
,
perhaps
in
the
very
spot
where
she
sat
now
,
listening
with
constant
delight
to
the
favourite
air
,
played
,
as
it
appeared
to
her
,
with
superior
tone
and
expression
;
and
though
pleased
with
it
herself
,
and
glad
to
like
whatever
was
liked
by
him
,
she
was
more
sincerely
impatient
to
go
away
at
the
conclusion
of
it
than
she
had
been
before
;
and
on
this
being
evident
,
she
was
so
kindly
asked
to
call
again
,
to
take
them
in
her
walk
whenever
she
could
,
to
come
and
hear
more
of
the
harp
,
that
she
felt
it
necessary
to
be
done
,
if
no
objection
arose
at
home
.
Such
was
the
origin
of
the
sort
of
intimacy
which
took
place
between
them
within
the
first
fortnight
after
the
Miss
Bertrams
’
going
away
—
an
intimacy
resulting
principally
from
Miss
Crawford
’
s
desire
of
something
new
,
and
which
had
little
reality
in
Fanny
’
s
feelings
.
Fanny
went
to
her
every
two
or
three
days
:
it
seemed
a
kind
of
fascination
:
she
could
not
be
easy
without
going
,
and
yet
it
was
without
loving
her
,
without
ever
thinking
like
her
,
without
any
sense
of
obligation
for
being
sought
after
now
when
nobody
else
was
to
be
had
;
and
deriving
no
higher
pleasure
from
her
conversation
than
occasional
amusement
,
and
that
often
at
the
expense
of
her
judgment
,
when
it
was
raised
by
pleasantry
on
people
or
subjects
which
she
wished
to
be
respected
.
She
went
,
however
,
and
they
sauntered
about
together
many
an
half
-
hour
in
Mrs
.
Grant
’
s
shrubbery
,
the
weather
being
unusually
mild
for
the
time
of
year
,
and
venturing
sometimes
even
to
sit
down
on
one
of
the
benches
now
comparatively
unsheltered
,
remaining
there
perhaps
till
,
in
the
midst
of
some
tender
ejaculation
of
Fanny
’
s
on
the
sweets
of
so
protracted
an
autumn
,
they
were
forced
,
by
the
sudden
swell
of
a
cold
gust
shaking
down
the
last
few
yellow
leaves
about
them
,
to
jump
up
and
walk
for
warmth
.
“
This
is
pretty
,
very
pretty
,
”
said
Fanny
,
looking
around
her
as
they
were
thus
sitting
together
one
day
;
“
every
time
I
come
into
this
shrubbery
I
am
more
struck
with
its
growth
and
beauty
.
Three
years
ago
,
this
was
nothing
but
a
rough
hedgerow
along
the
upper
side
of
the
field
,
never
thought
of
as
anything
,
or
capable
of
becoming
anything
;
and
now
it
is
converted
into
a
walk
,
and
it
would
be
difficult
to
say
whether
most
valuable
as
a
convenience
or
an
ornament
;
and
perhaps
,
in
another
three
years
,
we
may
be
forgetting
—
almost
forgetting
what
it
was
before
.
How
wonderful
,
how
very
wonderful
the
operations
of
time
,
and
the
changes
of
the
human
mind
!
”
And
following
the
latter
train
of
thought
,
she
soon
afterwards
added
:
“
If
any
one
faculty
of
our
nature
may
be
called
more
wonderful
than
the
rest
,
I
do
think
it
is
memory
.
There
seems
something
more
speakingly
incomprehensible
in
the
powers
,
the
failures
,
the
inequalities
of
memory
,
than
in
any
other
of
our
intelligences
.
The
memory
is
sometimes
so
retentive
,
so
serviceable
,
so
obedient
;
at
others
,
so
bewildered
and
so
weak
;
and
at
others
again
,
so
tyrannic
,
so
beyond
control
!
We
are
,
to
be
sure
,
a
miracle
every
way
;
but
our
powers
of
recollecting
and
of
forgetting
do
seem
peculiarly
past
finding
out
.
”
Miss
Crawford
,
untouched
and
inattentive
,
had
nothing
to
say
;
and
Fanny
,
perceiving
it
,
brought
back
her
own
mind
to
what
she
thought
must
interest
.
“
It
may
seem
impertinent
in
me
to
praise
,
but
I
must
admire
the
taste
Mrs
.
Grant
has
shewn
in
all
this
.
There
is
such
a
quiet
simplicity
in
the
plan
of
the
walk
!
Not
too
much
attempted
!
”
“
Yes
,
”
replied
Miss
Crawford
carelessly
,
“
it
does
very
well
for
a
place
of
this
sort
.
One
does
not
think
of
extent
here
;
and
between
ourselves
,
till
I
came
to
Mansfield
,
I
had
not
imagined
a
country
parson
ever
aspired
to
a
shrubbery
,
or
anything
of
the
kind
.
”
“
I
am
so
glad
to
see
the
evergreens
thrive
!
”
said
Fanny
,
in
reply
.
“
My
uncle
’
s
gardener
always
says
the
soil
here
is
better
than
his
own
,
and
so
it
appears
from
the
growth
of
the
laurels
and
evergreens
in
general
.
