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“
Have
you
no
message
for
anybody
?
”
“
My
love
to
your
sister
,
if
you
please
;
and
when
you
see
my
cousin
,
my
cousin
Edmund
,
I
wish
you
would
be
so
good
as
to
say
that
I
suppose
I
shall
soon
hear
from
him
.
”
“
Certainly
;
and
if
he
is
lazy
or
negligent
,
I
will
write
his
excuses
myself
.
”
He
could
say
no
more
,
for
Fanny
would
be
no
longer
detained
.
He
pressed
her
hand
,
looked
at
her
,
and
was
gone
.
He
went
to
while
away
the
next
three
hours
as
he
could
,
with
his
other
acquaintance
,
till
the
best
dinner
that
a
capital
inn
afforded
was
ready
for
their
enjoyment
,
and
she
turned
in
to
her
more
simple
one
immediately
.
Their
general
fare
bore
a
very
different
character
;
and
could
he
have
suspected
how
many
privations
,
besides
that
of
exercise
,
she
endured
in
her
father
’
s
house
,
he
would
have
wondered
that
her
looks
were
not
much
more
affected
than
he
found
them
.
She
was
so
little
equal
to
Rebecca
’
s
puddings
and
Rebecca
’
s
hashes
,
brought
to
table
,
as
they
all
were
,
with
such
accompaniments
of
half
-
cleaned
plates
,
and
not
half
-
cleaned
knives
and
forks
,
that
she
was
very
often
constrained
to
defer
her
heartiest
meal
till
she
could
send
her
brothers
in
the
evening
for
biscuits
and
buns
.
After
being
nursed
up
at
Mansfield
,
it
was
too
late
in
the
day
to
be
hardened
at
Portsmouth
;
and
though
Sir
Thomas
,
had
he
known
all
,
might
have
thought
his
niece
in
the
most
promising
way
of
being
starved
,
both
mind
and
body
,
into
a
much
juster
value
for
Mr
.
Crawford
’
s
good
company
and
good
fortune
,
he
would
probably
have
feared
to
push
his
experiment
farther
,
lest
she
might
die
under
the
cure
.
Fanny
was
out
of
spirits
all
the
rest
of
the
day
.
Though
tolerably
secure
of
not
seeing
Mr
.
Crawford
again
,
she
could
not
help
being
low
.
It
was
parting
with
somebody
of
the
nature
of
a
friend
;
and
though
,
in
one
light
,
glad
to
have
him
gone
,
it
seemed
as
if
she
was
now
deserted
by
everybody
;
it
was
a
sort
of
renewed
separation
from
Mansfield
;
and
she
could
not
think
of
his
returning
to
town
,
and
being
frequently
with
Mary
and
Edmund
,
without
feelings
so
near
akin
to
envy
as
made
her
hate
herself
for
having
them
Her
dejection
had
no
abatement
from
anything
passing
around
her
;
a
friend
or
two
of
her
father
’
s
,
as
always
happened
if
he
was
not
with
them
,
spent
the
long
,
long
evening
there
;
and
from
six
o
’
clock
till
half
-
past
nine
,
there
was
little
intermission
of
noise
or
grog
.
She
was
very
low
.
The
wonderful
improvement
which
she
still
fancied
in
Mr
.
Crawford
was
the
nearest
to
administering
comfort
of
anything
within
the
current
of
her
thoughts
.
Not
considering
in
how
different
a
circle
she
had
been
just
seeing
him
,
nor
how
much
might
be
owing
to
contrast
,
she
was
quite
persuaded
of
his
being
astonishingly
more
gentle
and
regardful
of
others
than
formerly
.
And
,
if
in
little
things
,
must
it
not
be
so
in
great
?
So
anxious
for
her
health
and
comfort
,
so
very
feeling
as
he
now
expressed
himself
,
and
really
seemed
,
might
not
it
be
fairly
supposed
that
he
would
not
much
longer
persevere
in
a
suit
so
distressing
to
her
?
It
was
presumed
that
Mr
.
Crawford
was
travelling
back
,
to
London
,
on
the
morrow
,
for
nothing
more
was
seen
of
him
at
Mr
.
Price
’
s
;
and
two
days
afterwards
,
it
was
a
fact
ascertained
to
Fanny
by
the
following
letter
from
his
sister
,
opened
and
read
by
her
,
on
another
account
,
with
the
most
anxious
curiosity
:
—
“
I
have
to
inform
you
,
my
dearest
Fanny
,
that
Henry
has
been
down
to
Portsmouth
to
see
you
;
that
he
had
a
delightful
walk
with
you
to
the
dockyard
last
Saturday
,
and
one
still
more
to
be
dwelt
on
the
next
day
,
on
the
ramparts
;
when
the
balmy
air
,
the
sparkling
sea
,
and
your
sweet
looks
and
conversation
were
altogether
in
the
most
delicious
harmony
,
and
afforded
sensations
which
are
to
raise
ecstasy
even
in
retrospect
.
This
,
as
well
as
I
understand
,
is
to
be
the
substance
of
my
information
.
He
makes
me
write
,
but
I
do
not
know
what
else
is
to
be
communicated
,
except
this
said
visit
to
Portsmouth
,
and
these
two
said
walks
,
and
his
introduction
to
your
family
,
especially
to
a
fair
sister
of
yours
,
a
fine
girl
of
fifteen
,
who
was
of
the
party
on
the
ramparts
,
taking
her
first
lesson
,
I
presume
,
in
love
.
I
have
not
time
for
writing
much
,
but
it
would
be
out
of
place
if
I
had
,
for
this
is
to
be
a
mere
letter
of
business
,
penned
for
the
purpose
of
conveying
necessary
information
,
which
could
not
be
delayed
without
risk
of
evil
.
My
dear
,
dear
Fanny
,
if
I
had
you
here
,
how
I
would
talk
to
you
!
You
should
listen
to
me
till
you
were
tired
,
and
advise
me
till
you
were
still
tired
more
;
but
it
is
impossible
to
put
a
hundredth
part
of
my
great
mind
on
paper
,
so
I
will
abstain
altogether
,
and
leave
you
to
guess
what
you
like
.
I
have
no
news
for
you
.
You
have
politics
,
of
course
;
and
it
would
be
too
bad
to
plague
you
with
the
names
of
people
and
parties
that
fill
up
my
time
.
I
ought
to
have
sent
you
an
account
of
your
cousin
’
s
first
party
,
but
I
was
lazy
,
and
now
it
is
too
long
ago
;
suffice
it
,
that
everything
was
just
as
it
ought
to
be
,
in
a
style
that
any
of
her
connexions
must
have
been
gratified
to
witness
,
and
that
her
own
dress
and
manners
did
her
the
greatest
credit
.
My
friend
,
Mrs
.
Fraser
,
is
mad
for
such
a
house
,
and
it
would
not
make
me
miserable
.
I
go
to
Lady
Stornaway
after
Easter
;
she
seems
in
high
spirits
,
and
very
happy
.
I
fancy
Lord
S
.
is
very
good
-
humoured
and
pleasant
in
his
own
family
,
and
I
do
not
think
him
so
very
ill
-
looking
as
I
did
—
at
least
,
one
sees
many
worse
.
He
will
not
do
by
the
side
of
your
cousin
Edmund
.
Of
the
last
-
mentioned
hero
,
what
shall
I
say
?
If
I
avoided
his
name
entirely
,
it
would
look
suspicious
.
I
will
say
,
then
,
that
we
have
seen
him
two
or
three
times
,
and
that
my
friends
here
are
very
much
struck
with
his
gentlemanlike
appearance
.
Mrs
.
Fraser
(
no
bad
judge
)
declares
she
knows
but
three
men
in
town
who
have
so
good
a
person
,
height
,
and
air
;
and
I
must
confess
,
when
he
dined
here
the
other
day
,
there
were
none
to
compare
with
him
,
and
we
were
a
party
of
sixteen
.
Luckily
there
is
no
distinction
of
dress
nowadays
to
tell
tales
,
but
—
but
—
but
Yours
affectionately
.
”
