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“
If
I
understand
you
rightly
,
you
had
formed
a
surmise
of
such
horror
as
I
have
hardly
words
to
—
Dear
Miss
Morland
,
consider
the
dreadful
nature
of
the
suspicions
you
have
entertained
.
What
have
you
been
judging
from
?
Remember
the
country
and
the
age
in
which
we
live
.
Remember
that
we
are
English
,
that
we
are
Christians
.
Consult
your
own
understanding
,
your
own
sense
of
the
probable
,
your
own
observation
of
what
is
passing
around
you
.
Does
our
education
prepare
us
for
such
atrocities
?
Do
our
laws
connive
at
them
?
Could
they
be
perpetrated
without
being
known
,
in
a
country
like
this
,
where
social
and
literary
intercourse
is
on
such
a
footing
,
where
every
man
is
surrounded
by
a
neighbourhood
of
voluntary
spies
,
and
where
roads
and
newspapers
lay
everything
open
?
Dearest
Miss
Morland
,
what
ideas
have
you
been
admitting
?
”
They
had
reached
the
end
of
the
gallery
,
and
with
tears
of
shame
she
ran
off
to
her
own
room
.
The
visions
of
romance
were
over
.
Catherine
was
completely
awakened
.
Henry
’
s
address
,
short
as
it
had
been
,
had
more
thoroughly
opened
her
eyes
to
the
extravagance
of
her
late
fancies
than
all
their
several
disappointments
had
done
.
Most
grievously
was
she
humbled
.
Most
bitterly
did
she
cry
.
It
was
not
only
with
herself
that
she
was
sunk
—
but
with
Henry
.
Her
folly
,
which
now
seemed
even
criminal
,
was
all
exposed
to
him
,
and
he
must
despise
her
forever
.
The
liberty
which
her
imagination
had
dared
to
take
with
the
character
of
his
father
—
could
he
ever
forgive
it
?
The
absurdity
of
her
curiosity
and
her
fears
—
could
they
ever
be
forgotten
?
She
hated
herself
more
than
she
could
express
.
He
had
—
she
thought
he
had
,
once
or
twice
before
this
fatal
morning
,
shown
something
like
affection
for
her
.
But
now
—
in
short
,
she
made
herself
as
miserable
as
possible
for
about
half
an
hour
,
went
down
when
the
clock
struck
five
,
with
a
broken
heart
,
and
could
scarcely
give
an
intelligible
answer
to
Eleanor
’
s
inquiry
if
she
was
well
.
The
formidable
Henry
soon
followed
her
into
the
room
,
and
the
only
difference
in
his
behaviour
to
her
was
that
he
paid
her
rather
more
attention
than
usual
.
Catherine
had
never
wanted
comfort
more
,
and
he
looked
as
if
he
was
aware
of
it
.
The
evening
wore
away
with
no
abatement
of
this
soothing
politeness
;
and
her
spirits
were
gradually
raised
to
a
modest
tranquillity
.
She
did
not
learn
either
to
forget
or
defend
the
past
;
but
she
learned
to
hope
that
it
would
never
transpire
farther
,
and
that
it
might
not
cost
her
Henry
’
s
entire
regard
.
Her
thoughts
being
still
chiefly
fixed
on
what
she
had
with
such
causeless
terror
felt
and
done
,
nothing
could
shortly
be
clearer
than
that
it
had
been
all
a
voluntary
,
self
-
created
delusion
,
each
trifling
circumstance
receiving
importance
from
an
imagination
resolved
on
alarm
,
and
everything
forced
to
bend
to
one
purpose
by
a
mind
which
,
before
she
entered
the
abbey
,
had
been
craving
to
be
frightened
.
She
remembered
with
what
feelings
she
had
prepared
for
a
knowledge
of
Northanger
.
She
saw
that
the
infatuation
had
been
created
,
the
mischief
settled
,
long
before
her
quitting
Bath
,
and
it
seemed
as
if
the
whole
might
be
traced
to
the
influence
of
that
sort
of
reading
which
she
had
there
indulged
.
Charming
as
were
all
Mrs
.
Radcliffe
’
s
works
,
and
charming
even
as
were
the
works
of
all
her
imitators
,
it
was
not
in
them
perhaps
that
human
nature
,
at
least
in
the
Midland
counties
of
England
,
was
to
be
looked
for
.
Of
the
Alps
and
Pyrenees
,
with
their
pine
forests
and
their
vices
,
they
might
give
a
faithful
delineation
;
and
Italy
,
Switzerland
,
and
the
south
of
France
might
be
as
fruitful
in
horrors
as
they
were
there
represented
.
Catherine
dared
not
doubt
beyond
her
own
country
,
and
even
of
that
,
if
hard
pressed
,
would
have
yielded
the
northern
and
western
extremities
.
But
in
the
central
part
of
England
there
was
surely
some
security
for
the
existence
even
of
a
wife
not
beloved
,
in
the
laws
of
the
land
,
and
the
manners
of
the
age
.
Murder
was
not
tolerated
,
servants
were
not
slaves
,
and
neither
poison
nor
sleeping
potions
to
be
procured
,
like
rhubarb
,
from
every
druggist
.
Among
the
Alps
and
Pyrenees
,
perhaps
,
there
were
no
mixed
characters
.
There
,
such
as
were
not
as
spotless
as
an
angel
might
have
the
dispositions
of
a
fiend
.
But
in
England
it
was
not
so
;
among
the
English
,
she
believed
,
in
their
hearts
and
habits
,
there
was
a
general
though
unequal
mixture
of
good
and
bad
.
Upon
this
conviction
,
she
would
not
be
surprised
if
even
in
Henry
and
Eleanor
Tilney
,
some
slight
imperfection
might
hereafter
appear
;
and
upon
this
conviction
she
need
not
fear
to
acknowledge
some
actual
specks
in
the
character
of
their
father
,
who
,
though
cleared
from
the
grossly
injurious
suspicions
which
she
must
ever
blush
to
have
entertained
,
she
did
believe
,
upon
serious
consideration
,
to
be
not
perfectly
amiable
.
Her
mind
made
up
on
these
several
points
,
and
her
resolution
formed
,
of
always
judging
and
acting
in
future
with
the
greatest
good
sense
,
she
had
nothing
to
do
but
to
forgive
herself
and
be
happier
than
ever
;
and
the
lenient
hand
of
time
did
much
for
her
by
insensible
gradations
in
the
course
of
another
day
.
Henry
’
s
astonishing
generosity
and
nobleness
of
conduct
,
in
never
alluding
in
the
slightest
way
to
what
had
passed
,
was
of
the
greatest
assistance
to
her
;
and
sooner
than
she
could
have
supposed
it
possible
in
the
beginning
of
her
distress
,
her
spirits
became
absolutely
comfortable
,
and
capable
,
as
heretofore
,
of
continual
improvement
by
anything
he
said
.
There
were
still
some
subjects
,
indeed
,
under
which
she
believed
they
must
always
tremble
—
the
mention
of
a
chest
or
a
cabinet
,
for
instance
—
and
she
did
not
love
the
sight
of
japan
in
any
shape
:
but
even
she
could
allow
that
an
occasional
memento
of
past
folly
,
however
painful
,
might
not
be
without
use
.
The
anxieties
of
common
life
began
soon
to
succeed
to
the
alarms
of
romance
.
Her
desire
of
hearing
from
Isabella
grew
every
day
greater
.
She
was
quite
impatient
to
know
how
the
Bath
world
went
on
,
and
how
the
rooms
were
attended
;
and
especially
was
she
anxious
to
be
assured
of
Isabella
’
s
having
matched
some
fine
netting
-
cotton
,
on
which
she
had
left
her
intent
;
and
of
her
continuing
on
the
best
terms
with
James
.
Her
only
dependence
for
information
of
any
kind
was
on
Isabella
.
James
had
protested
against
writing
to
her
till
his
return
to
Oxford
;
and
Mrs
.
Allen
had
given
her
no
hopes
of
a
letter
till
she
had
got
back
to
Fullerton
.
But
Isabella
had
promised
and
promised
again
;
and
when
she
promised
a
thing
,
she
was
so
scrupulous
in
performing
it
!
This
made
it
so
particularly
strange
!
