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Chapter XXIX

           Becauseyouaresoslyaboutityourself,youthinknobodyelsehasanysenses;butitisnosuchthing,Icantellyou,forithasbeenknownallovertownthiseversolong.ItelleverybodyofitandsodoesCharlotte."

           "Indeed,Ma’am,"saidElinor,veryseriously,"youaremistaken.Indeed,youaredoingaveryunkindthinginspreadingthereport,andyouwillfindthatyouhavethoughyouwillnotbelievemenow."

           Mrs.Jenningslaughedagain,butElinorhadnotspiritstosaymore,andeageratalleventstoknowwhatWilloughbyhadwritten,hurriedawaytotheirroom,where,onopeningthedoor,shesawMariannestretchedonthebed,almostchokedbygrief,oneletterinherhand,andtwoorthreeotherslayingbyher.Elinordrewnear,butwithoutsayingaword;andseatingherselfonthebed,tookherhand,kissedheraffectionatelyseveraltimes,andthengavewaytoaburstoftears,whichatfirstwasscarcelylessviolentthanMarianne’s.Thelatter,thoughunabletospeak,seemedtofeelallthetendernessofthisbehaviour,andaftersometimethusspentinjointaffliction,sheputallthelettersintoElinor’shands;andthencoveringherfacewithherhandkerchief,almostscreamedwithagony.Elinor,whoknewthatsuchgrief,shockingasitwastowitnessit,musthaveitscourse,watchedbyhertillthisexcessofsufferinghadsomewhatspentitself,andthenturningeagerlytoWilloughby’sletter,readasfollows:

           "BondStreet,January.

           "MYDEARMADAM,

           "Ihavejusthadthehonourofreceivingyourletter,forwhichIbegtoreturnmysincereacknowledgments.

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