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Having
taken
her
into
every
division
,
and
led
her
under
every
wall
,
till
she
was
heartily
weary
of
seeing
and
wondering
,
he
suffered
the
girls
at
last
to
seize
the
advantage
of
an
outer
door
,
and
then
expressing
his
wish
to
examine
the
effect
of
some
recent
alterations
about
the
tea
-
house
,
proposed
it
as
no
unpleasant
extension
of
their
walk
,
if
Miss
Morland
were
not
tired
.
“
But
where
are
you
going
,
Eleanor
?
Why
do
you
choose
that
cold
,
damp
path
to
it
?
Miss
Morland
will
get
wet
.
Our
best
way
is
across
the
park
.
”
“
This
is
so
favourite
a
walk
of
mine
,
”
said
Miss
Tilney
,
“
that
I
always
think
it
the
best
and
nearest
way
.
But
perhaps
it
may
be
damp
.
”
It
was
a
narrow
winding
path
through
a
thick
grove
of
old
Scotch
firs
;
and
Catherine
,
struck
by
its
gloomy
aspect
,
and
eager
to
enter
it
,
could
not
,
even
by
the
general
’
s
disapprobation
,
be
kept
from
stepping
forward
.
He
perceived
her
inclination
,
and
having
again
urged
the
plea
of
health
in
vain
,
was
too
polite
to
make
further
opposition
.
He
excused
himself
,
however
,
from
attending
them
:
“
The
rays
of
the
sun
were
not
too
cheerful
for
him
,
and
he
would
meet
them
by
another
course
.
”
He
turned
away
;
and
Catherine
was
shocked
to
find
how
much
her
spirits
were
relieved
by
the
separation
.
The
shock
,
however
,
being
less
real
than
the
relief
,
offered
it
no
injury
;
and
she
began
to
talk
with
easy
gaiety
of
the
delightful
melancholy
which
such
a
grove
inspired
.
“
I
am
particularly
fond
of
this
spot
,
”
said
her
companion
,
with
a
sigh
.
“
It
was
my
mother
’
s
favourite
walk
.
”
Catherine
had
never
heard
Mrs
.
Tilney
mentioned
in
the
family
before
,
and
the
interest
excited
by
this
tender
remembrance
showed
itself
directly
in
her
altered
countenance
,
and
in
the
attentive
pause
with
which
she
waited
for
something
more
.
“
I
used
to
walk
here
so
often
with
her
!
”
added
Eleanor
;
“
though
I
never
loved
it
then
,
as
I
have
loved
it
since
.
At
that
time
indeed
I
used
to
wonder
at
her
choice
.
But
her
memory
endears
it
now
.
”
“
And
ought
it
not
,
”
reflected
Catherine
,
“
to
endear
it
to
her
husband
?
Yet
the
general
would
not
enter
it
.
”
Miss
Tilney
continuing
silent
,
she
ventured
to
say
,
“
Her
death
must
have
been
a
great
affliction
!
”
“
A
great
and
increasing
one
,
”
replied
the
other
,
in
a
low
voice
.
“
I
was
only
thirteen
when
it
happened
;
and
though
I
felt
my
loss
perhaps
as
strongly
as
one
so
young
could
feel
it
,
I
did
not
,
I
could
not
,
then
know
what
a
loss
it
was
.
”
She
stopped
for
a
moment
,
and
then
added
,
with
great
firmness
,
“
I
have
no
sister
,
you
know
—
and
though
Henry
—
though
my
brothers
are
very
affectionate
,
and
Henry
is
a
great
deal
here
,
which
I
am
most
thankful
for
,
it
is
impossible
for
me
not
to
be
often
solitary
.
”
