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Chapter XXVIII

           Whatcanbethemeaningofit?Tellme,Willoughby;forheaven’ssaketellme,whatisthematter?"

           Hemadenoreply;hiscomplexionchangedandallhisembarrassmentreturned;butasif,oncatchingtheeyeoftheyoungladywithwhomhehadbeenpreviouslytalking,hefeltthenecessityofinstantexertion,herecoveredhimselfagain,andaftersaying,"Yes,Ihadthepleasureofreceivingtheinformationofyourarrivalintown,whichyouweresogoodastosendme,"turnedhastilyawaywithaslightbowandjoinedhisfriend.

           Marianne,nowlookingdreadfullywhite,andunabletostand,sunkintoherchair,andElinor,expectingeverymomenttoseeherfaint,triedtoscreenherfromtheobservationofothers,whilerevivingherwithlavenderwater.

           "Gotohim,Elinor,"shecried,assoonasshecouldspeak,"andforcehimtocometome.TellhimImustseehimagain—mustspeaktohiminstantly.—Icannotrest—Ishallnothaveamoment’speacetillthisisexplained—somedreadfulmisapprehensionorother.—Ohgotohimthismoment."

           "Howcanthatbedone?No,mydearestMarianne,youmustwait.Thisisnottheplaceforexplanations.Waitonlytilltomorrow."

           Withdifficultyhowevercouldshepreventherfromfollowinghimherself;andtopersuadehertocheckheragitation,towait,atleast,withtheappearanceofcomposure,tillshemightspeaktohimwithmoreprivacyandmoreeffect,wasimpossible;forMariannecontinuedincessantlytogivewayinalowvoicetothemiseryofherfeelings,byexclamationsofwretchedness.

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