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Little as Catherine was in the habit of judging for herself, and unfixed as were her general notions of what ht to be, she could not entirely repress a doubt, while she bore with the effusions of his endless conceit, of his being altogether coreeable

It was a bold surmise, for he was Isabella's brother; and she had been assured by James that his manners would recommend him to all her sex; but in spite of this, the extreme weariness of his company, which crept over her before they had been out an hour, and which continued unceasingly to increase till they stopped in Pulteney Street again, induced her, in soh authority, and to distrust his powers of giving universal pleasure

When they arrived at Mrs Allen's door, the astonish that it was too late in the day for them to attend her friend into the house: "Past three o'clock!" It was inconceivable, incredible, impossible! And she would neither believe her oatch, nor her brother's, nor the servant's; she would believe no assurance of it founded on reason or reality, till Morland produced his watch, and ascertained the fact; to have doubted a er then would have been equally inconceivable, incredible, and iain, that no two hours and a half had ever gone off so swiftly before, as Catherine was called on to confirm; Catherine could not tell a falsehood even to please Isabella; but the latter was spared thefor her answer Her own feelings entirely engrossed her; her wretchedness was o directly hoes since she had had a h she had such thousands of things to say to her, it appeared as if they were never to be together again; so, with sniffles ofeye of utter despondency, she bade her friend adieu and went on

Catherine found Mrs Allen just returned froreeted with, "Well, reater inclination than power to dispute; "and I hope you have had a pleasant airing?"

"Yes, ma'am, I thank you; we could not have had a nicer day"

"So Mrs Thorpe said; she was vastly pleased at your all going"