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She
was
nice
only
from
natural
delicacy
,
but
he
had
been
brought
up
in
a
school
of
luxury
and
epicurism
.
The
Prices
were
just
setting
off
for
church
the
next
day
when
Mr
.
Crawford
appeared
again
.
He
came
,
not
to
stop
,
but
to
join
them
;
he
was
asked
to
go
with
them
to
the
Garrison
chapel
,
which
was
exactly
what
he
had
intended
,
and
they
all
walked
thither
together
.
The
family
were
now
seen
to
advantage
.
Nature
had
given
them
no
inconsiderable
share
of
beauty
,
and
every
Sunday
dressed
them
in
their
cleanest
skins
and
best
attire
.
Sunday
always
brought
this
comfort
to
Fanny
,
and
on
this
Sunday
she
felt
it
more
than
ever
.
Her
poor
mother
now
did
not
look
so
very
unworthy
of
being
Lady
Bertram
’
s
sister
as
she
was
but
too
apt
to
look
.
It
often
grieved
her
to
the
heart
to
think
of
the
contrast
between
them
;
to
think
that
where
nature
had
made
so
little
difference
,
circumstances
should
have
made
so
much
,
and
that
her
mother
,
as
handsome
as
Lady
Bertram
,
and
some
years
her
junior
,
should
have
an
appearance
so
much
more
worn
and
faded
,
so
comfortless
,
so
slatternly
,
so
shabby
.
But
Sunday
made
her
a
very
creditable
and
tolerably
cheerful
-
looking
Mrs
.
Price
,
coming
abroad
with
a
fine
family
of
children
,
feeling
a
little
respite
of
her
weekly
cares
,
and
only
discomposed
if
she
saw
her
boys
run
into
danger
,
or
Rebecca
pass
by
with
a
flower
in
her
hat
.
In
chapel
they
were
obliged
to
divide
,
but
Mr
.
Crawford
took
care
not
to
be
divided
from
the
female
branch
;
and
after
chapel
he
still
continued
with
them
,
and
made
one
in
the
family
party
on
the
ramparts
.
Mrs
.
Price
took
her
weekly
walk
on
the
ramparts
every
fine
Sunday
throughout
the
year
,
always
going
directly
after
morning
service
and
staying
till
dinner
-
time
.
It
was
her
public
place
:
there
she
met
her
acquaintance
,
heard
a
little
news
,
talked
over
the
badness
of
the
Portsmouth
servants
,
and
wound
up
her
spirits
for
the
six
days
ensuing
.
Thither
they
now
went
;
Mr
.
Crawford
most
happy
to
consider
the
Miss
Prices
as
his
peculiar
charge
;
and
before
they
had
been
there
long
,
somehow
or
other
,
there
was
no
saying
how
,
Fanny
could
not
have
believed
it
,
but
he
was
walking
between
them
with
an
arm
of
each
under
his
,
and
she
did
not
know
how
to
prevent
or
put
an
end
to
it
.
It
made
her
uncomfortable
for
a
time
,
but
yet
there
were
enjoyments
in
the
day
and
in
the
view
which
would
be
felt
.
The
day
was
uncommonly
lovely
.
It
was
really
March
;
but
it
was
April
in
its
mild
air
,
brisk
soft
wind
,
and
bright
sun
,
occasionally
clouded
for
a
minute
;
and
everything
looked
so
beautiful
under
the
influence
of
such
a
sky
,
the
effects
of
the
shadows
pursuing
each
other
on
the
ships
at
Spithead
and
the
island
beyond
,
with
the
ever
-
varying
hues
of
the
sea
,
now
at
high
water
,
dancing
in
its
glee
and
dashing
against
the
ramparts
with
so
fine
a
sound
,
produced
altogether
such
a
combination
of
charms
for
Fanny
,
as
made
her
gradually
almost
careless
of
the
circumstances
under
which
she
felt
them
.
Nay
,
had
she
been
without
his
arm
,
she
would
soon
have
known
that
she
needed
it
,
for
she
wanted
strength
for
a
two
hours
’
saunter
of
this
kind
,
coming
,
as
it
generally
did
,
upon
a
week
’
s
previous
inactivity
.
Fanny
was
beginning
to
feel
the
effect
of
being
debarred
from
her
usual
regular
exercise
;
she
had
lost
ground
as
to
health
since
her
being
in
Portsmouth
;
and
but
for
Mr
.
Crawford
and
the
beauty
of
the
weather
would
soon
have
been
knocked
up
now
.
The
loveliness
of
the
day
,
and
of
the
view
,
he
felt
like
herself
.
They
often
stopt
with
the
same
sentiment
and
taste
,
leaning
against
the
wall
,
some
minutes
,
to
look
and
admire
;
and
considering
he
was
not
Edmund
,
Fanny
could
not
but
allow
that
he
was
sufficiently
open
to
the
charms
of
nature
,
and
very
well
able
to
express
his
admiration
.
She
had
a
few
tender
reveries
now
and
then
,
which
he
could
sometimes
take
advantage
of
to
look
in
her
face
without
detection
;
and
the
result
of
these
looks
was
,
that
though
as
bewitching
as
ever
,
her
face
was
less
blooming
than
it
ought
to
be
.
She
said
she
was
very
well
,
and
did
not
like
to
be
supposed
otherwise
;
but
take
it
all
in
all
,
he
was
convinced
that
her
present
residence
could
not
be
comfortable
,
and
therefore
could
not
be
salutary
for
her
,
and
he
was
growing
anxious
for
her
being
again
at
Mansfield
,
where
her
own
happiness
,
and
his
in
seeing
her
,
must
be
so
much
greater
.
