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The visions of romance were over Catherine was completely awakened

Henry's address, short as it had been, had ance of her late fancies than all their several disappointrievously was she humbled

Most bitterly did she cry It was not only with herself that she was sunk--but with Henry Her folly, which now seemed even criminal, was all exposed to him, and he ination had dared to take with the character of his father--could he ever forgive it? The absurdity of her curiosity and her fears--could they ever be forgotten? She hated herself ht he had, once or twice before this fatallike affection for her But now--in short, she made herself as miserable as possible for about half an hour, went dohen the clock struck five, with a broken heart, and could scarcely give an intelligible answer to Eleanor's inquiry if she ell The formidable Henry soon followed her into the room, and the only difference in his behaviour to her was that he paid her rather more attention than usual Catherine had never wanted comfortwore aith no abateradually raised to a et or defend the past; but she learned to hope that it would never transpire farther, and that itstill chiefly fixed on what she had with such causeless terror felt and done, nothing could shortly be clearer than that it had been all a voluntary, self-created delusion, each trifling circuination resolved on alar forced to bend to one purpose by ato be frightened She ree of Northanger She saw that the infatuation had been created, theBath, and it seeht be traced to the influence of that sort of reading which she had there indulged

Char even as were the works of all her imitators, it was not in them perhaps that huland, was to be looked for Of the Alps and Pyrenees, with their pine forests and their vices, they ive a faithful delineation; and Italy, Switzerland, and the south of France ht be as fruitful in horrors as they were there represented Catherine dared not doubt beyond her own country, and even of that, if hard pressed, would have yielded the northern and western extreland there was surely some security for the existence even of a wife not beloved, in the laws of the land, and the e Murder was not tolerated, servants were not slaves, and neither poison nor sleeping potions to be procured, like rhubarb, fro the Alps and Pyrenees, perhaps, there were no mixed characters There, such as were not as spotless as an angel land it was not so; alish, she believed, in their hearts and habits, there was a general though unequal ood and bad Upon this conviction, she would not be surprised if even in Henry and Eleanor Tilney, soht hereafter appear; and upon this conviction she need not fear to acknowledge soh cleared frorossly injurious suspicions which she must ever blush to have entertained, she did believe, upon serious consideration, to be not perfectly amiable