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Not
a
look
or
an
offer
of
help
had
Fanny
given
;
not
a
syllable
for
or
against
.
All
her
attention
was
for
her
work
.
She
seemed
determined
to
be
interested
by
nothing
else
.
But
taste
was
too
strong
in
her
.
She
could
not
abstract
her
mind
five
minutes
:
she
was
forced
to
listen
;
his
reading
was
capital
,
and
her
pleasure
in
good
reading
extreme
.
To
good
reading
,
however
,
she
had
been
long
used
:
her
uncle
read
well
,
her
cousins
all
,
Edmund
very
well
,
but
in
Mr
.
Crawford
’
s
reading
there
was
a
variety
of
excellence
beyond
what
she
had
ever
met
with
.
The
King
,
the
Queen
,
Buckingham
,
Wolsey
,
Cromwell
,
all
were
given
in
turn
;
for
with
the
happiest
knack
,
the
happiest
power
of
jumping
and
guessing
,
he
could
always
alight
at
will
on
the
best
scene
,
or
the
best
speeches
of
each
;
and
whether
it
were
dignity
,
or
pride
,
or
tenderness
,
or
remorse
,
or
whatever
were
to
be
expressed
,
he
could
do
it
with
equal
beauty
.
It
was
truly
dramatic
.
His
acting
had
first
taught
Fanny
what
pleasure
a
play
might
give
,
and
his
reading
brought
all
his
acting
before
her
again
;
nay
,
perhaps
with
greater
enjoyment
,
for
it
came
unexpectedly
,
and
with
no
such
drawback
as
she
had
been
used
to
suffer
in
seeing
him
on
the
stage
with
Miss
Bertram
.
Edmund
watched
the
progress
of
her
attention
,
and
was
amused
and
gratified
by
seeing
how
she
gradually
slackened
in
the
needlework
,
which
at
the
beginning
seemed
to
occupy
her
totally
:
how
it
fell
from
her
hand
while
she
sat
motionless
over
it
,
and
at
last
,
how
the
eyes
which
had
appeared
so
studiously
to
avoid
him
throughout
the
day
were
turned
and
fixed
on
Crawford
—
fixed
on
him
for
minutes
,
fixed
on
him
,
in
short
,
till
the
attraction
drew
Crawford
’
s
upon
her
,
and
the
book
was
closed
,
and
the
charm
was
broken
.
Then
she
was
shrinking
again
into
herself
,
and
blushing
and
working
as
hard
as
ever
;
but
it
had
been
enough
to
give
Edmund
encouragement
for
his
friend
,
and
as
he
cordially
thanked
him
,
he
hoped
to
be
expressing
Fanny
’
s
secret
feelings
too
.
“
That
play
must
be
a
favourite
with
you
,
”
said
he
;
“
you
read
as
if
you
knew
it
well
.
”
“
It
will
be
a
favourite
,
I
believe
,
from
this
hour
,
”
replied
Crawford
;
“
but
I
do
not
think
I
have
had
a
volume
of
Shakespeare
in
my
hand
before
since
I
was
fifteen
.
I
once
saw
Henry
the
Eighth
acted
,
or
I
have
heard
of
it
from
somebody
who
did
,
I
am
not
certain
which
.
But
Shakespeare
one
gets
acquainted
with
without
knowing
how
.
It
is
a
part
of
an
Englishman
’
s
constitution
.
His
thoughts
and
beauties
are
so
spread
abroad
that
one
touches
them
everywhere
;
one
is
intimate
with
him
by
instinct
.
No
man
of
any
brain
can
open
at
a
good
part
of
one
of
his
plays
without
falling
into
the
flow
of
his
meaning
immediately
.
”
“
No
doubt
one
is
familiar
with
Shakespeare
in
a
degree
,
”
said
Edmund
,
“
from
one
’
s
earliest
years
.
His
celebrated
passages
are
quoted
by
everybody
;
they
are
in
half
the
books
we
open
,
and
we
all
talk
Shakespeare
,
use
his
similes
,
and
describe
with
his
descriptions
;
but
this
is
totally
distinct
from
giving
his
sense
as
you
gave
it
.
To
know
him
in
bits
and
scraps
is
common
enough
;
to
know
him
pretty
thoroughly
is
,
perhaps
,
not
uncommon
;
but
to
read
him
well
aloud
is
no
everyday
talent
.
”
“
Sir
,
you
do
me
honour
,
”
was
Crawford
’
s
answer
,
with
a
bow
of
mock
gravity
.
Both
gentlemen
had
a
glance
at
Fanny
,
to
see
if
a
word
of
accordant
praise
could
be
extorted
from
her
;
yet
both
feeling
that
it
could
not
be
.
Her
praise
had
been
given
in
her
attention
;
that
must
content
them
.
Lady
Bertram
’
s
admiration
was
expressed
,
and
strongly
too
.
“
It
was
really
like
being
at
a
play
,
”
said
she
.
“
I
wish
Sir
Thomas
had
been
here
.
”
Crawford
was
excessively
pleased
.
If
Lady
Bertram
,
with
all
her
incompetency
and
languor
,
could
feel
this
,
the
inference
of
what
her
niece
,
alive
and
enlightened
as
she
was
,
must
feel
,
was
elevating
.
