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The
doors
were
in
constant
banging
,
the
stairs
were
never
at
rest
,
nothing
was
done
without
a
clatter
,
nobody
sat
still
,
and
nobody
could
command
attention
when
they
spoke
.
In
a
review
of
the
two
houses
,
as
they
appeared
to
her
before
the
end
of
a
week
,
Fanny
was
tempted
to
apply
to
them
Dr
.
Johnson
’
s
celebrated
judgment
as
to
matrimony
and
celibacy
,
and
say
,
that
though
Mansfield
Park
might
have
some
pains
,
Portsmouth
could
have
no
pleasures
.
Fanny
was
right
enough
in
not
expecting
to
hear
from
Miss
Crawford
now
at
the
rapid
rate
in
which
their
correspondence
had
begun
;
Mary
’
s
next
letter
was
after
a
decidedly
longer
interval
than
the
last
,
but
she
was
not
right
in
supposing
that
such
an
interval
would
be
felt
a
great
relief
to
herself
.
Here
was
another
strange
revolution
of
mind
!
She
was
really
glad
to
receive
the
letter
when
it
did
come
.
In
her
present
exile
from
good
society
,
and
distance
from
everything
that
had
been
wont
to
interest
her
,
a
letter
from
one
belonging
to
the
set
where
her
heart
lived
,
written
with
affection
,
and
some
degree
of
elegance
,
was
thoroughly
acceptable
.
The
usual
plea
of
increasing
engagements
was
made
in
excuse
for
not
having
written
to
her
earlier
;
“
And
now
that
I
have
begun
,
”
she
continued
,
“
my
letter
will
not
be
worth
your
reading
,
for
there
will
be
no
little
offering
of
love
at
the
end
,
no
three
or
four
lines
passionnees
from
the
most
devoted
H
.
C
.
in
the
world
,
for
Henry
is
in
Norfolk
;
business
called
him
to
Everingham
ten
days
ago
,
or
perhaps
he
only
pretended
to
call
,
for
the
sake
of
being
travelling
at
the
same
time
that
you
were
.
But
there
he
is
,
and
,
by
the
bye
,
his
absence
may
sufficiently
account
for
any
remissness
of
his
sister
’
s
in
writing
,
for
there
has
been
no
’
Well
,
Mary
,
when
do
you
write
to
Fanny
?
Is
not
it
time
for
you
to
write
to
Fanny
?
’
to
spur
me
on
.
At
last
,
after
various
attempts
at
meeting
,
I
have
seen
your
cousins
,
’
dear
Julia
and
dearest
Mrs
.
Rushworth
’
;
they
found
me
at
home
yesterday
,
and
we
were
glad
to
see
each
other
again
.
We
seemed
very
glad
to
see
each
other
,
and
I
do
really
think
we
were
a
little
.
We
had
a
vast
deal
to
say
.
Shall
I
tell
you
how
Mrs
.
Rushworth
looked
when
your
name
was
mentioned
?
I
did
not
use
to
think
her
wanting
in
self
-
possession
,
but
she
had
not
quite
enough
for
the
demands
of
yesterday
.
Upon
the
whole
,
Julia
was
in
the
best
looks
of
the
two
,
at
least
after
you
were
spoken
of
.
There
was
no
recovering
the
complexion
from
the
moment
that
I
spoke
of
’
Fanny
,
’
and
spoke
of
her
as
a
sister
should
.
But
Mrs
.
Rushworth
’
s
day
of
good
looks
will
come
;
we
have
cards
for
her
first
party
on
the
28th
.
Then
she
will
be
in
beauty
,
for
she
will
open
one
of
the
best
houses
in
Wimpole
Street
.
I
was
in
it
two
years
ago
,
when
it
was
Lady
Lascelle
’
s
,
and
prefer
it
to
almost
any
I
know
in
London
,
and
certainly
she
will
then
feel
,
to
use
a
vulgar
phrase
,
that
she
has
got
her
pennyworth
for
her
penny
.
Henry
could
not
have
afforded
her
such
a
house
.
I
hope
she
will
recollect
it
,
and
be
satisfied
,
as
well
as
she
may
,
with
moving
the
queen
of
a
palace
,
though
the
king
may
appear
best
in
the
background
;
and
as
I
have
no
desire
to
tease
her
,
I
shall
never
force
your
name
upon
her
again
.
She
will
grow
sober
by
degrees
.
From
all
that
I
hear
and
guess
,
Baron
Wildenheim
’
s
attentions
to
Julia
continue
,
but
I
do
not
know
that
he
has
any
serious
encouragement
.
She
ought
to
do
better
.
A
poor
honourable
is
no
catch
,
and
I
cannot
imagine
any
liking
in
the
case
,
for
take
away
his
rants
,
and
the
poor
baron
has
nothing
.
What
a
difference
a
vowel
makes
!
If
his
rents
were
but
equal
to
his
rants
!
Your
cousin
Edmund
moves
slowly
;
detained
,
perchance
,
by
parish
duties
.
There
may
be
some
old
woman
at
Thornton
Lacey
to
be
converted
.
I
am
unwilling
to
fancy
myself
neglected
for
a
young
one
.
Adieu
!
my
dear
sweet
Fanny
,
this
is
a
long
letter
from
London
:
write
me
a
pretty
one
in
reply
to
gladden
Henry
’
s
eyes
,
when
he
comes
back
,
and
send
me
an
account
of
all
the
dashing
young
captains
whom
you
disdain
for
his
sake
.
”
There
was
great
food
for
meditation
in
this
letter
,
and
chiefly
for
unpleasant
meditation
;
and
yet
,
with
all
the
uneasiness
it
supplied
,
it
connected
her
with
the
absent
,
it
told
her
of
people
and
things
about
whom
she
had
never
felt
so
much
curiosity
as
now
,
and
she
would
have
been
glad
to
have
been
sure
of
such
a
letter
every
week
.
Her
correspondence
with
her
aunt
Bertram
was
her
only
concern
of
higher
interest
.
As
for
any
society
in
Portsmouth
,
that
could
at
all
make
amends
for
deficiencies
at
home
,
there
were
none
within
the
circle
of
her
father
’
s
and
mother
’
s
acquaintance
to
afford
her
the
smallest
satisfaction
:
she
saw
nobody
in
whose
favour
she
could
wish
to
overcome
her
own
shyness
and
reserve
.
The
men
appeared
to
her
all
coarse
,
the
women
all
pert
,
everybody
underbred
;
and
she
gave
as
little
contentment
as
she
received
from
introductions
either
to
old
or
new
acquaintance
.
The
young
ladies
who
approached
her
at
first
with
some
respect
,
in
consideration
of
her
coming
from
a
baronet
’
s
family
,
were
soon
offended
by
what
they
termed
“
airs
”
;
for
,
as
she
neither
played
on
the
pianoforte
nor
wore
fine
pelisses
,
they
could
,
on
farther
observation
,
admit
no
right
of
superiority
.
The
first
solid
consolation
which
Fanny
received
for
the
evils
of
home
,
the
first
which
her
judgment
could
entirely
approve
,
and
which
gave
any
promise
of
durability
,
was
in
a
better
knowledge
of
Susan
,
and
a
hope
of
being
of
service
to
her
.
Susan
had
always
behaved
pleasantly
to
herself
,
but
the
determined
character
of
her
general
manners
had
astonished
and
alarmed
her
,
and
it
was
at
least
a
fortnight
before
she
began
to
understand
a
disposition
so
totally
different
from
her
own
.
Susan
saw
that
much
was
wrong
at
home
,
and
wanted
to
set
it
right
.
That
a
girl
of
fourteen
,
acting
only
on
her
own
unassisted
reason
,
should
err
in
the
method
of
reform
,
was
not
wonderful
;
and
Fanny
soon
became
more
disposed
to
admire
the
natural
light
of
the
mind
which
could
so
early
distinguish
justly
,
than
to
censure
severely
the
faults
of
conduct
to
which
it
led
.
Susan
was
only
acting
on
the
same
truths
,
and
pursuing
the
same
system
,
which
her
own
judgment
acknowledged
,
but
which
her
more
supine
and
yielding
temper
would
have
shrunk
from
asserting
.
Susan
tried
to
be
useful
,
where
she
could
only
have
gone
away
and
cried
;
and
that
Susan
was
useful
she
could
perceive
;
that
things
,
bad
as
they
were
,
would
have
been
worse
but
for
such
interposition
,
and
that
both
her
mother
and
Betsey
were
restrained
from
some
excesses
of
very
offensive
indulgence
and
vulgarity
.
