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Her
mind
was
all
disorder
.
The
past
,
present
,
future
,
everything
was
terrible
.
But
her
uncle
’
s
anger
gave
her
the
severest
pain
of
all
.
Selfish
and
ungrateful
!
to
have
appeared
so
to
him
!
She
was
miserable
for
ever
.
She
had
no
one
to
take
her
part
,
to
counsel
,
or
speak
for
her
.
Her
only
friend
was
absent
.
He
might
have
softened
his
father
;
but
all
,
perhaps
all
,
would
think
her
selfish
and
ungrateful
.
She
might
have
to
endure
the
reproach
again
and
again
;
she
might
hear
it
,
or
see
it
,
or
know
it
to
exist
for
ever
in
every
connexion
about
her
.
She
could
not
but
feel
some
resentment
against
Mr
.
Crawford
;
yet
,
if
he
really
loved
her
,
and
were
unhappy
too
!
It
was
all
wretchedness
together
.
In
about
a
quarter
of
an
hour
her
uncle
returned
;
she
was
almost
ready
to
faint
at
the
sight
of
him
.
He
spoke
calmly
,
however
,
without
austerity
,
without
reproach
,
and
she
revived
a
little
.
There
was
comfort
,
too
,
in
his
words
,
as
well
as
his
manner
,
for
he
began
with
,
“
Mr
.
Crawford
is
gone
:
he
has
just
left
me
.
I
need
not
repeat
what
has
passed
.
I
do
not
want
to
add
to
anything
you
may
now
be
feeling
,
by
an
account
of
what
he
has
felt
.
Suffice
it
,
that
he
has
behaved
in
the
most
gentlemanlike
and
generous
manner
,
and
has
confirmed
me
in
a
most
favourable
opinion
of
his
understanding
,
heart
,
and
temper
.
Upon
my
representation
of
what
you
were
suffering
,
he
immediately
,
and
with
the
greatest
delicacy
,
ceased
to
urge
to
see
you
for
the
present
.
”
Here
Fanny
,
who
had
looked
up
,
looked
down
again
.
“
Of
course
,
”
continued
her
uncle
,
“
it
cannot
be
supposed
but
that
he
should
request
to
speak
with
you
alone
,
be
it
only
for
five
minutes
;
a
request
too
natural
,
a
claim
too
just
to
be
denied
.
But
there
is
no
time
fixed
;
perhaps
to
-
morrow
,
or
whenever
your
spirits
are
composed
enough
.
For
the
present
you
have
only
to
tranquillise
yourself
.
Check
these
tears
;
they
do
but
exhaust
you
.
If
,
as
I
am
willing
to
suppose
,
you
wish
to
shew
me
any
observance
,
you
will
not
give
way
to
these
emotions
,
but
endeavour
to
reason
yourself
into
a
stronger
frame
of
mind
.
I
advise
you
to
go
out
:
the
air
will
do
you
good
;
go
out
for
an
hour
on
the
gravel
;
you
will
have
the
shrubbery
to
yourself
,
and
will
be
the
better
for
air
and
exercise
.
And
,
Fanny
”
(
turning
back
again
for
a
moment
)
,
“
I
shall
make
no
mention
below
of
what
has
passed
;
I
shall
not
even
tell
your
aunt
Bertram
.
There
is
no
occasion
for
spreading
the
disappointment
;
say
nothing
about
it
yourself
.
”
This
was
an
order
to
be
most
joyfully
obeyed
;
this
was
an
act
of
kindness
which
Fanny
felt
at
her
heart
.
To
be
spared
from
her
aunt
Norris
’
s
interminable
reproaches
!
he
left
her
in
a
glow
of
gratitude
.
Anything
might
be
bearable
rather
than
such
reproaches
.
Even
to
see
Mr
.
Crawford
would
be
less
overpowering
.
She
walked
out
directly
,
as
her
uncle
recommended
,
and
followed
his
advice
throughout
,
as
far
as
she
could
;
did
check
her
tears
;
did
earnestly
try
to
compose
her
spirits
and
strengthen
her
mind
.
She
wished
to
prove
to
him
that
she
did
desire
his
comfort
,
and
sought
to
regain
his
favour
;
and
he
had
given
her
another
strong
motive
for
exertion
,
in
keeping
the
whole
affair
from
the
knowledge
of
her
aunts
.
Not
to
excite
suspicion
by
her
look
or
manner
was
now
an
object
worth
attaining
;
and
she
felt
equal
to
almost
anything
that
might
save
her
from
her
aunt
Norris
.
She
was
struck
,
quite
struck
,
when
,
on
returning
from
her
walk
and
going
into
the
East
room
again
,
the
first
thing
which
caught
her
eye
was
a
fire
lighted
and
burning
.
A
fire
!
it
seemed
too
much
;
just
at
that
time
to
be
giving
her
such
an
indulgence
was
exciting
even
painful
gratitude
.
She
wondered
that
Sir
Thomas
could
have
leisure
to
think
of
such
a
trifle
again
;
but
she
soon
found
,
from
the
voluntary
information
of
the
housemaid
,
who
came
in
to
attend
it
,
that
so
it
was
to
be
every
day
.
Sir
Thomas
had
given
orders
for
it
.
“
I
must
be
a
brute
,
indeed
,
if
I
can
be
really
ungrateful
!
”
said
she
,
in
soliloquy
.
“
Heaven
defend
me
from
being
ungrateful
!
”
