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He
stopt
.
“
And
what
,
”
said
Fanny
(
believing
herself
required
to
speak
)
,
“
what
could
you
say
?
”
“
Nothing
,
nothing
to
be
understood
.
I
was
like
a
man
stunned
.
She
went
on
,
began
to
talk
of
you
;
yes
,
then
she
began
to
talk
of
you
,
regretting
,
as
well
she
might
,
the
loss
of
such
a
—
.
There
she
spoke
very
rationally
.
But
she
has
always
done
justice
to
you
.
’
He
has
thrown
away
,
’
said
she
,
’
such
a
woman
as
he
will
never
see
again
.
She
would
have
fixed
him
;
she
would
have
made
him
happy
for
ever
.
’
My
dearest
Fanny
,
I
am
giving
you
,
I
hope
,
more
pleasure
than
pain
by
this
retrospect
of
what
might
have
been
—
but
what
never
can
be
now
.
You
do
not
wish
me
to
be
silent
?
If
you
do
,
give
me
but
a
look
,
a
word
,
and
I
have
done
.
”
No
look
or
word
was
given
.
“
Thank
God
,
”
said
he
.
“
We
were
all
disposed
to
wonder
,
but
it
seems
to
have
been
the
merciful
appointment
of
Providence
that
the
heart
which
knew
no
guile
should
not
suffer
.
She
spoke
of
you
with
high
praise
and
warm
affection
;
yet
,
even
here
,
there
was
alloy
,
a
dash
of
evil
;
for
in
the
midst
of
it
she
could
exclaim
,
’
Why
would
not
she
have
him
?
It
is
all
her
fault
.
Simple
girl
!
I
shall
never
forgive
her
.
Had
she
accepted
him
as
she
ought
,
they
might
now
have
been
on
the
point
of
marriage
,
and
Henry
would
have
been
too
happy
and
too
busy
to
want
any
other
object
.
He
would
have
taken
no
pains
to
be
on
terms
with
Mrs
.
Rushworth
again
.
It
would
have
all
ended
in
a
regular
standing
flirtation
,
in
yearly
meetings
at
Sotherton
and
Everingham
.
’
Could
you
have
believed
it
possible
?
But
the
charm
is
broken
.
My
eyes
are
opened
.
”
“
Cruel
!
”
said
Fanny
,
“
quite
cruel
.
At
such
a
moment
to
give
way
to
gaiety
,
to
speak
with
lightness
,
and
to
you
!
Absolute
cruelty
.
”
“
Cruelty
,
do
you
call
it
?
We
differ
there
.
No
,
hers
is
not
a
cruel
nature
.
I
do
not
consider
her
as
meaning
to
wound
my
feelings
.
The
evil
lies
yet
deeper
:
in
her
total
ignorance
,
unsuspiciousness
of
there
being
such
feelings
;
in
a
perversion
of
mind
which
made
it
natural
to
her
to
treat
the
subject
as
she
did
.
She
was
speaking
only
as
she
had
been
used
to
hear
others
speak
,
as
she
imagined
everybody
else
would
speak
.
Hers
are
not
faults
of
temper
.
She
would
not
voluntarily
give
unnecessary
pain
to
any
one
,
and
though
I
may
deceive
myself
,
I
cannot
but
think
that
for
me
,
for
my
feelings
,
she
would
—
Hers
are
faults
of
principle
,
Fanny
;
of
blunted
delicacy
and
a
corrupted
,
vitiated
mind
.
Perhaps
it
is
best
for
me
,
since
it
leaves
me
so
little
to
regret
.
Not
so
,
however
.
Gladly
would
I
submit
to
all
the
increased
pain
of
losing
her
,
rather
than
have
to
think
of
her
as
I
do
.
I
told
her
so
.
”
“
Did
you
?
”
“
Yes
;
when
I
left
her
I
told
her
so
.
”
