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Catherine was too wretched to be fearful The journey in itself had no terrors for her; and she began it without either dreading its length or feeling its solitariness Leaning back in one coe, in a violent burst of tears, she was conveyed some miles beyond the walls of the abbey before she raised her head; and the highest point of ground within the park was al her eyes towards it Unfortunately, the road she now travelled was the sa in going to and fro was rendered more severe by the review of objects on which she had first looked under iht her nearer Woodston, added to her sufferings, and ithin the distance of five, she passed the turning which led to it, and thought of Henry, so near, yet so unconscious, her grief and agitation were excessive

The day which she had spent at that place had been one of the happiest of her life It was there, it was on that day, that the general had ard to Henry and herself, had so spoken and so looked as to give her the e Yes, only ten days ago had he elated her by his pointed regard--had he even confused her by his too significant reference! And nohat had she done, or what had she oainst him of which she could accuse herself had been such as was scarcely possible to reach his knowledge Henry and her own heart only were privy to the shocking suspicions which she had so idly entertained; and equally safe did she believe her secret with each Designedly, at least, Henry could not have betrayed her If, indeed, by any strange ence of what she had dared to think and look for, of her causeless fancies and injurious exanation If aware of her having viewed hi her from his house But a justification so full of torture to herself, she trusted, would not be in his power

Anxious as were all her conjectures on this point, it was not, however, the one on which she dwelt , more impetuous concern How Henry would think, and feel, and look, when he returned on the one, was a question of force and interest to rise over every other, to be never ceasing, alternately irritating and soothing; it soested the dread of his calm acquiescence, and at others was answered by the sweetest confidence in his regret and resenteneral, of course, he would not dare to speak; but to Eleanor--what ht he not say to Eleanor about her?