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Nothing
happened
the
next
day
,
or
the
next
,
to
weaken
her
terrors
.
Two
posts
came
in
,
and
brought
no
refutation
,
public
or
private
.
There
was
no
second
letter
to
explain
away
the
first
from
Miss
Crawford
;
there
was
no
intelligence
from
Mansfield
,
though
it
was
now
full
time
for
her
to
hear
again
from
her
aunt
.
This
was
an
evil
omen
.
She
had
,
indeed
,
scarcely
the
shadow
of
a
hope
to
soothe
her
mind
,
and
was
reduced
to
so
low
and
wan
and
trembling
a
condition
,
as
no
mother
,
not
unkind
,
except
Mrs
.
Price
could
have
overlooked
,
when
the
third
day
did
bring
the
sickening
knock
,
and
a
letter
was
again
put
into
her
hands
.
It
bore
the
London
postmark
,
and
came
from
Edmund
.
“
Dear
Fanny
,
—
You
know
our
present
wretchedness
.
May
God
support
you
under
your
share
!
We
have
been
here
two
days
,
but
there
is
nothing
to
be
done
.
They
cannot
be
traced
.
You
may
not
have
heard
of
the
last
blow
—
Julia
’
s
elopement
;
she
is
gone
to
Scotland
with
Yates
.
She
left
London
a
few
hours
before
we
entered
it
.
At
any
other
time
this
would
have
been
felt
dreadfully
.
Now
it
seems
nothing
;
yet
it
is
an
heavy
aggravation
.
My
father
is
not
overpowered
.
More
cannot
be
hoped
.
He
is
still
able
to
think
and
act
;
and
I
write
,
by
his
desire
,
to
propose
your
returning
home
.
He
is
anxious
to
get
you
there
for
my
mother
’
s
sake
.
I
shall
be
at
Portsmouth
the
morning
after
you
receive
this
,
and
hope
to
find
you
ready
to
set
off
for
Mansfield
.
My
father
wishes
you
to
invite
Susan
to
go
with
you
for
a
few
months
.
Settle
it
as
you
like
;
say
what
is
proper
;
I
am
sure
you
will
feel
such
an
instance
of
his
kindness
at
such
a
moment
!
Do
justice
to
his
meaning
,
however
I
may
confuse
it
.
You
may
imagine
something
of
my
present
state
.
There
is
no
end
of
the
evil
let
loose
upon
us
.
You
will
see
me
early
by
the
mail
.
—
Yours
,
etc
.
”
Never
had
Fanny
more
wanted
a
cordial
.
Never
had
she
felt
such
a
one
as
this
letter
contained
.
To
-
morrow
!
to
leave
Portsmouth
to
-
morrow
!
She
was
,
she
felt
she
was
,
in
the
greatest
danger
of
being
exquisitely
happy
,
while
so
many
were
miserable
.
The
evil
which
brought
such
good
to
her
!
She
dreaded
lest
she
should
learn
to
be
insensible
of
it
.
To
be
going
so
soon
,
sent
for
so
kindly
,
sent
for
as
a
comfort
,
and
with
leave
to
take
Susan
,
was
altogether
such
a
combination
of
blessings
as
set
her
heart
in
a
glow
,
and
for
a
time
seemed
to
distance
every
pain
,
and
make
her
incapable
of
suitably
sharing
the
distress
even
of
those
whose
distress
she
thought
of
most
.
Julia
’
s
elopement
could
affect
her
comparatively
but
little
;
she
was
amazed
and
shocked
;
but
it
could
not
occupy
her
,
could
not
dwell
on
her
mind
.
She
was
obliged
to
call
herself
to
think
of
it
,
and
acknowledge
it
to
be
terrible
and
grievous
,
or
it
was
escaping
her
,
in
the
midst
of
all
the
agitating
pressing
joyful
cares
attending
this
summons
to
herself
.
There
is
nothing
like
employment
,
active
indispensable
employment
,
for
relieving
sorrow
.
Employment
,
even
melancholy
,
may
dispel
melancholy
,
and
her
occupations
were
hopeful
.
She
had
so
much
to
do
,
that
not
even
the
horrible
story
of
Mrs
.
Rushworth
—
now
fixed
to
the
last
point
of
certainty
could
affect
her
as
it
had
done
before
.
She
had
not
time
to
be
miserable
.
Within
twenty
-
four
hours
she
was
hoping
to
be
gone
;
her
father
and
mother
must
be
spoken
to
,
Susan
prepared
,
everything
got
ready
.
Business
followed
business
;
the
day
was
hardly
long
enough
.
The
happiness
she
was
imparting
,
too
,
happiness
very
little
alloyed
by
the
black
communication
which
must
briefly
precede
it
—
the
joyful
consent
of
her
father
and
mother
to
Susan
’
s
going
with
her
—
the
general
satisfaction
with
which
the
going
of
both
seemed
regarded
,
and
the
ecstasy
of
Susan
herself
,
was
all
serving
to
support
her
spirits
.
The
affliction
of
the
Bertrams
was
little
felt
in
the
family
.
Mrs
.
Price
talked
of
her
poor
sister
for
a
few
minutes
,
but
how
to
find
anything
to
hold
Susan
’
s
clothes
,
because
Rebecca
took
away
all
the
boxes
and
spoilt
them
,
was
much
more
in
her
thoughts
:
and
as
for
Susan
,
now
unexpectedly
gratified
in
the
first
wish
of
her
heart
,
and
knowing
nothing
personally
of
those
who
had
sinned
,
or
of
those
who
were
sorrowing
—
if
she
could
help
rejoicing
from
beginning
to
end
,
it
was
as
much
as
ought
to
be
expected
from
human
virtue
at
fourteen
.
As
nothing
was
really
left
for
the
decision
of
Mrs
.
Price
,
or
the
good
offices
of
Rebecca
,
everything
was
rationally
and
duly
accomplished
,
and
the
girls
were
ready
for
the
morrow
.
The
advantage
of
much
sleep
to
prepare
them
for
their
journey
was
impossible
.
The
cousin
who
was
travelling
towards
them
could
hardly
have
less
than
visited
their
agitated
spirits
—
one
all
happiness
,
the
other
all
varying
and
indescribable
perturbation
.
By
eight
in
the
morning
Edmund
was
in
the
house
.
The
girls
heard
his
entrance
from
above
,
and
Fanny
went
down
.
The
idea
of
immediately
seeing
him
,
with
the
knowledge
of
what
he
must
be
suffering
,
brought
back
all
her
own
first
feelings
.
He
so
near
her
,
and
in
misery
.
She
was
ready
to
sink
as
she
entered
the
parlour
.
