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Fanny
was
quite
shocked
.
Every
feeling
of
duty
,
honour
,
and
tenderness
was
wounded
by
her
sister
’
s
speech
and
her
mother
’
s
reply
.
“
Now
,
Susan
,
”
cried
Mrs
.
Price
,
in
a
complaining
voice
,
“
now
,
how
can
you
be
so
cross
?
You
are
always
quarrelling
about
that
knife
.
I
wish
you
would
not
be
so
quarrelsome
.
Poor
little
Betsey
;
how
cross
Susan
is
to
you
!
But
you
should
not
have
taken
it
out
,
my
dear
,
when
I
sent
you
to
the
drawer
.
You
know
I
told
you
not
to
touch
it
,
because
Susan
is
so
cross
about
it
.
I
must
hide
it
another
time
,
Betsey
.
Poor
Mary
little
thought
it
would
be
such
a
bone
of
contention
when
she
gave
it
me
to
keep
,
only
two
hours
before
she
died
.
Poor
little
soul
!
she
could
but
just
speak
to
be
heard
,
and
she
said
so
prettily
,
’
Let
sister
Susan
have
my
knife
,
mama
,
when
I
am
dead
and
buried
.
’
Poor
little
dear
!
she
was
so
fond
of
it
,
Fanny
,
that
she
would
have
it
lay
by
her
in
bed
,
all
through
her
illness
.
It
was
the
gift
of
her
good
godmother
,
old
Mrs
.
Admiral
Maxwell
,
only
six
weeks
before
she
was
taken
for
death
.
Poor
little
sweet
creature
!
Well
,
she
was
taken
away
from
evil
to
come
.
My
own
Betsey
”
(
fondling
her
)
,
“
you
have
not
the
luck
of
such
a
good
godmother
.
Aunt
Norris
lives
too
far
off
to
think
of
such
little
people
as
you
.
”
Fanny
had
indeed
nothing
to
convey
from
aunt
Norris
,
but
a
message
to
say
she
hoped
that
her
god
-
daughter
was
a
good
girl
,
and
learnt
her
book
.
There
had
been
at
one
moment
a
slight
murmur
in
the
drawing
-
room
at
Mansfield
Park
about
sending
her
a
prayer
-
book
;
but
no
second
sound
had
been
heard
of
such
a
purpose
.
Mrs
.
Norris
,
however
,
had
gone
home
and
taken
down
two
old
prayer
-
books
of
her
husband
with
that
idea
;
but
,
upon
examination
,
the
ardour
of
generosity
went
off
.
One
was
found
to
have
too
small
a
print
for
a
child
’
s
eyes
,
and
the
other
to
be
too
cumbersome
for
her
to
carry
about
.
Fanny
,
fatigued
and
fatigued
again
,
was
thankful
to
accept
the
first
invitation
of
going
to
bed
;
and
before
Betsey
had
finished
her
cry
at
being
allowed
to
sit
up
only
one
hour
extraordinary
in
honour
of
sister
,
she
was
off
,
leaving
all
below
in
confusion
and
noise
again
;
the
boys
begging
for
toasted
cheese
,
her
father
calling
out
for
his
rum
and
water
,
and
Rebecca
never
where
she
ought
to
be
There
was
nothing
to
raise
her
spirits
in
the
confined
and
scantily
furnished
chamber
that
she
was
to
share
with
Susan
.
The
smallness
of
the
rooms
above
and
below
,
indeed
,
and
the
narrowness
of
the
passage
and
staircase
,
struck
her
beyond
her
imagination
.
She
soon
learned
to
think
with
respect
of
her
own
little
attic
at
Mansfield
Park
,
in
that
house
reckoned
too
small
for
anybody
’
s
comfort
.
Could
Sir
Thomas
have
seen
all
his
niece
’
s
feelings
,
when
she
wrote
her
first
letter
to
her
aunt
,
he
would
not
have
despaired
;
for
though
a
good
night
’
s
rest
,
a
pleasant
morning
,
the
hope
of
soon
seeing
William
again
,
and
the
comparatively
quiet
state
of
the
house
,
from
Tom
and
Charles
being
gone
to
school
,
Sam
on
some
project
of
his
own
,
and
her
father
on
his
usual
lounges
,
enabled
her
to
express
herself
cheerfully
on
the
subject
of
home
,
there
were
still
,
to
her
own
perfect
consciousness
,
many
drawbacks
suppressed
.
Could
he
have
seen
only
half
that
she
felt
before
the
end
of
a
week
,
he
would
have
thought
Mr
.
Crawford
sure
of
her
,
and
been
delighted
with
his
own
sagacity
.
Before
the
week
ended
,
it
was
all
disappointment
.
In
the
first
place
,
William
was
gone
.
The
Thrush
had
had
her
orders
,
the
wind
had
changed
,
and
he
was
sailed
within
four
days
from
their
reaching
Portsmouth
;
and
during
those
days
she
had
seen
him
only
twice
,
in
a
short
and
hurried
way
,
when
he
had
come
ashore
on
duty
.
There
had
been
no
free
conversation
,
no
walk
on
the
ramparts
,
no
visit
to
the
dockyard
,
no
acquaintance
with
the
Thrush
,
nothing
of
all
that
they
had
planned
and
depended
on
.
Everything
in
that
quarter
failed
her
,
except
William
’
s
affection
.
His
last
thought
on
leaving
home
was
for
her
.
He
stepped
back
again
to
the
door
to
say
,
“
Take
care
of
Fanny
,
mother
.
She
is
tender
,
and
not
used
to
rough
it
like
the
rest
of
us
.
I
charge
you
,
take
care
of
Fanny
.
”
William
was
gone
:
and
the
home
he
had
left
her
in
was
,
Fanny
could
not
conceal
it
from
herself
,
in
almost
every
respect
the
very
reverse
of
what
she
could
have
wished
.
It
was
the
abode
of
noise
,
disorder
,
and
impropriety
.
Nobody
was
in
their
right
place
,
nothing
was
done
as
it
ought
to
be
.
She
could
not
respect
her
parents
as
she
had
hoped
.
On
her
father
,
her
confidence
had
not
been
sanguine
,
but
he
was
more
negligent
of
his
family
,
his
habits
were
worse
,
and
his
manners
coarser
,
than
she
had
been
prepared
for
.
He
did
not
want
abilities
but
he
had
no
curiosity
,
and
no
information
beyond
his
profession
;
he
read
only
the
newspaper
and
the
navy
-
list
;
he
talked
only
of
the
dockyard
,
the
harbour
,
Spithead
,
and
the
Motherbank
;
he
swore
and
he
drank
,
he
was
dirty
and
gross
.
She
had
never
been
able
to
recall
anything
approaching
to
tenderness
in
his
former
treatment
of
herself
.
There
had
remained
only
a
general
impression
of
roughness
and
loudness
;
and
now
he
scarcely
ever
noticed
her
,
but
to
make
her
the
object
of
a
coarse
joke
.
