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But
a
faithful
promise
—
the
fidelity
of
promising
!
It
is
a
power
little
worth
knowing
,
however
,
since
it
can
deceive
and
pain
you
.
My
mother
’
s
room
is
very
commodious
,
is
it
not
?
Large
and
cheerful
-
looking
,
and
the
dressing
-
closets
so
well
disposed
!
It
always
strikes
me
as
the
most
comfortable
apartment
in
the
house
,
and
I
rather
wonder
that
Eleanor
should
not
take
it
for
her
own
.
She
sent
you
to
look
at
it
,
I
suppose
?
”
“
No
.
”
“
It
has
been
your
own
doing
entirely
?
”
Catherine
said
nothing
.
After
a
short
silence
,
during
which
he
had
closely
observed
her
,
he
added
,
“
As
there
is
nothing
in
the
room
in
itself
to
raise
curiosity
,
this
must
have
proceeded
from
a
sentiment
of
respect
for
my
mother
’
s
character
,
as
described
by
Eleanor
,
which
does
honour
to
her
memory
.
The
world
,
I
believe
,
never
saw
a
better
woman
.
But
it
is
not
often
that
virtue
can
boast
an
interest
such
as
this
.
The
domestic
,
unpretending
merits
of
a
person
never
known
do
not
often
create
that
kind
of
fervent
,
venerating
tenderness
which
would
prompt
a
visit
like
yours
.
Eleanor
,
I
suppose
,
has
talked
of
her
a
great
deal
?
”
“
Yes
,
a
great
deal
.
That
is
—
no
,
not
much
,
but
what
she
did
say
was
very
interesting
.
Her
dying
so
suddenly
”
(
slowly
,
and
with
hesitation
it
was
spoken
)
,
“
and
you
—
none
of
you
being
at
home
—
and
your
father
,
I
thought
—
perhaps
had
not
been
very
fond
of
her
.
”
“
And
from
these
circumstances
,
”
he
replied
(
his
quick
eye
fixed
on
hers
)
,
“
you
infer
perhaps
the
probability
of
some
negligence
—
some
”
—
(
involuntarily
she
shook
her
head
)
—
“
or
it
may
be
—
of
something
still
less
pardonable
.
”
She
raised
her
eyes
towards
him
more
fully
than
she
had
ever
done
before
.
“
My
mother
’
s
illness
,
”
he
continued
,
“
the
seizure
which
ended
in
her
death
,
was
sudden
.
The
malady
itself
,
one
from
which
she
had
often
suffered
,
a
bilious
fever
—
its
cause
therefore
constitutional
.
On
the
third
day
,
in
short
,
as
soon
as
she
could
be
prevailed
on
,
a
physician
attended
her
,
a
very
respectable
man
,
and
one
in
whom
she
had
always
placed
great
confidence
.
Upon
his
opinion
of
her
danger
,
two
others
were
called
in
the
next
day
,
and
remained
in
almost
constant
attendance
for
four
and
twenty
hours
.
On
the
fifth
day
she
died
.
During
the
progress
of
her
disorder
,
Frederick
and
I
(
we
were
both
at
home
)
saw
her
repeatedly
;
and
from
our
own
observation
can
bear
witness
to
her
having
received
every
possible
attention
which
could
spring
from
the
affection
of
those
about
her
,
or
which
her
situation
in
life
could
command
.
Poor
Eleanor
was
absent
,
and
at
such
a
distance
as
to
return
only
to
see
her
mother
in
her
coffin
.
”
“
But
your
father
,
”
said
Catherine
,
“
was
he
afflicted
?
”
“
For
a
time
,
greatly
so
.
You
have
erred
in
supposing
him
not
attached
to
her
.
He
loved
her
,
I
am
persuaded
,
as
well
as
it
was
possible
for
him
to
—
we
have
not
all
,
you
know
,
the
same
tenderness
of
disposition
—
and
I
will
not
pretend
to
say
that
while
she
lived
,
she
might
not
often
have
had
much
to
bear
,
but
though
his
temper
injured
her
,
his
judgment
never
did
.
His
value
of
her
was
sincere
;
and
,
if
not
permanently
,
he
was
truly
afflicted
by
her
death
”
“
I
am
very
glad
of
it
,
”
said
Catherine
;
“
it
would
have
been
very
shocking
!
”
