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Very
uncomfortable
she
was
,
and
must
continue
,
till
she
heard
from
Miss
Crawford
again
.
It
was
impossible
to
banish
the
letter
from
her
thoughts
,
and
she
could
not
relieve
herself
by
speaking
of
it
to
any
human
being
.
Miss
Crawford
need
not
have
urged
secrecy
with
so
much
warmth
;
she
might
have
trusted
to
her
sense
of
what
was
due
to
her
cousin
.
The
next
day
came
and
brought
no
second
letter
.
Fanny
was
disappointed
.
She
could
still
think
of
little
else
all
the
morning
;
but
,
when
her
father
came
back
in
the
afternoon
with
the
daily
newspaper
as
usual
,
she
was
so
far
from
expecting
any
elucidation
through
such
a
channel
that
the
subject
was
for
a
moment
out
of
her
head
.
She
was
deep
in
other
musing
.
The
remembrance
of
her
first
evening
in
that
room
,
of
her
father
and
his
newspaper
,
came
across
her
.
No
candle
was
now
wanted
.
The
sun
was
yet
an
hour
and
half
above
the
horizon
.
She
felt
that
she
had
,
indeed
,
been
three
months
there
;
and
the
sun
’
s
rays
falling
strongly
into
the
parlour
,
instead
of
cheering
,
made
her
still
more
melancholy
,
for
sunshine
appeared
to
her
a
totally
different
thing
in
a
town
and
in
the
country
.
Here
,
its
power
was
only
a
glare
:
a
stifling
,
sickly
glare
,
serving
but
to
bring
forward
stains
and
dirt
that
might
otherwise
have
slept
.
There
was
neither
health
nor
gaiety
in
sunshine
in
a
town
.
She
sat
in
a
blaze
of
oppressive
heat
,
in
a
cloud
of
moving
dust
,
and
her
eyes
could
only
wander
from
the
walls
,
marked
by
her
father
’
s
head
,
to
the
table
cut
and
notched
by
her
brothers
,
where
stood
the
tea
-
board
never
thoroughly
cleaned
,
the
cups
and
saucers
wiped
in
streaks
,
the
milk
a
mixture
of
motes
floating
in
thin
blue
,
and
the
bread
and
butter
growing
every
minute
more
greasy
than
even
Rebecca
’
s
hands
had
first
produced
it
.
Her
father
read
his
newspaper
,
and
her
mother
lamented
over
the
ragged
carpet
as
usual
,
while
the
tea
was
in
preparation
,
and
wished
Rebecca
would
mend
it
;
and
Fanny
was
first
roused
by
his
calling
out
to
her
,
after
humphing
and
considering
over
a
particular
paragraph
:
“
What
’
s
the
name
of
your
great
cousins
in
town
,
Fan
?
”
A
moment
’
s
recollection
enabled
her
to
say
,
“
Rushworth
,
sir
.
”
“
And
don
’
t
they
live
in
Wimpole
Street
?
”
“
Yes
,
sir
.
”
“
Then
,
there
’
s
the
devil
to
pay
among
them
,
that
’
s
all
!
There
”
(
holding
out
the
paper
to
her
)
;
“
much
good
may
such
fine
relations
do
you
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
Sir
Thomas
may
think
of
such
matters
;
he
may
be
too
much
of
the
courtier
and
fine
gentleman
to
like
his
daughter
the
less
.
But
,
by
G
—
!
if
she
belonged
to
me
,
I
’
d
give
her
the
rope
’
s
end
as
long
as
I
could
stand
over
her
.
A
little
flogging
for
man
and
woman
too
would
be
the
best
way
of
preventing
such
things
.
”
Fanny
read
to
herself
that
“
it
was
with
infinite
concern
the
newspaper
had
to
announce
to
the
world
a
matrimonial
fracas
in
the
family
of
Mr
.
R
.
of
Wimpole
Street
;
the
beautiful
Mrs
.
R
.
