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"He is a happy eneral, with a look of very happy conte 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, daet 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 rove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its glooeneral's disapprobation, be kept fro again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition He excused hi 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 rove inspired

"I am particularly fond of this spot," said her coh "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 hich she waited for so 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 deathone," replied the other, in a low voice