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"No, no," cried Marianne, "misery such as mine has no pride I care not who knows that I a me so may be open to all the world Elinor, Elinor, they who suffer little may be proud and independent as they like--may resist insult, or return mortification--but I cannot I must feel--I must be wretched--and they are welcome to enjoy the consciousness of it that can"

"But for my mother's sake and mine--"

"I would do more than for my own But to appear happy when I aain they were both silent Elinor was ehtfully from the fire to the , fro that she received warh the other; and Marianne, seated at the foot of the bed, with her head leaning against one of its posts, again took up Willoughby's letter, and, after shuddering over every sentence, exclaihby, could this be yours!

Cruel, cruel--nothing can acquit you Elinor, nothing can Whatever he ht he not to have suspended his belief? ought he not to have toldit froly bestowed on hby, where was your heart when you wrote those words? Oh, barbarously insolent!--Elinor, can he be justified?"

"No, Marianne, in no possible way"

"And yet this wo it may have been premeditated, and how deeply contrived by her!--Who is she?--Who can she be?--Who his female acquaintance?--Oh! no one, no one--he talked to me only of myself"

Another pause ensued; Marianne was greatly agitated, and it ended thus

"Elinor, I one to-morrow?"

"To-morrow, Marianne!"

"Yes, why should I stay here? I cahby's sake--and noho cares for o to-s much more than civility; and civility of the commonest kind must prevent such a hasty removal as that"

"Well then, another day or two, perhaps; but I cannot stay here long, I cannot stay to endure the questions and remarks of all these people