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'You will be going early in the morning, Trotwood! Let us say good-bye, now!' ¡¡¡¡She had been weeping, but her face then was so calm and beautiful! ¡¡¡¡'Heaven bless you!' she said, giving me her hand. ¡¡¡¡'Dearest Agnes!' I returned, 'I see you ask me not to speak of tonight - but is there nothing to be done?' ¡¡¡¡'There is God to trust in!' she replied. ¡¡¡¡'Can I do nothing- I, who come to you with my poor sorrows?' ¡¡¡¡'And make mine so much lighter,' she replied. 'Dear Trotwood, no!' ¡¡¡¡'Dear Agnes,' I said, 'it is presumptuous for me, who am so poor in all in which you are so rich - goodness, resolution, all noble qualities - to doubt or direct you; but you know how much I love you, and how much I owe you. You will never sacrifice yourself to a mistaken sense of duty, Agnes?' ¡
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¡¡¡More agitated for a moment than I had ever seen her, she took her hands from me, and moved a step back. ¡¡¡¡'Say you have no such thought, dear Agnes! Much more than sister! Think of the priceless gift of such a heart as yours, of such a love as yours!' ¡¡¡¡Oh! long, long afterwards, I saw that face rise up before me, with its momentary look, not wondering, not accusing, not regretting. Oh, long, long afterwards, I saw that look subside, as it did now, into the lovely smile, with which she told me she had no fear for herself - I need have none for her - and parted from me by the name of Brother, and was gone!

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Did not I tell you, Sir John, when you spoke to me about it before, that it could not be done? They dined with us last." 　　 "You and I, Sir John," said Mrs. Jennings, "should not stand upon such ceremony." 　　 "Then you would be very ill-bred," cried Mr. Palmer. 　　 "My love you contradict everybody," said his wife with her usual laugh. "Do you know that you are quite rude?" 　　 "I did not know I contradicted anybody in calling your mother ill- bred." 　　 "Ay, you may
oil paintingabuse me as you please," said the good-natured old lady; "you have taken Charlotte off my hands, and cannot give her back again. So there I have the whip hand of you." 　　 Charlotte laughed heartily to think that her husband could not get rid of her; and exultingly said, she did not care how cross he was to her, as they must live together. It was impossible for any one to be more thoroughly good-natured, or more determined to be happy, than Mrs. Palmer. The studied indifference, insolence, and discontent of her husband gave her no pain; and when he scolded or abused her, she was highly diverted. 　　 "Mr. Palmer is so droll!" said she, in a whisper, to Elinor. "He is always out of humour."

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¡¡¡¡He opened the front door, and took a few steps in the morning air. When, after a short space, he came back she was already in the sitting-room, mechanically readjusting the breakfast things. As she was fully attired, and the interval since his calling her had been but two or three minutes, she must have been dressed or nearly so before he went to summon her. Her hair was twisted up in a large round mass at the back of her head, and she had put on one of the new frocks - a pale blue woollen garment with neck-frillings of white. Her hands and face appeared to be cold, and she had possibly been sitting dressed in the bedroom a long time without any fire. The marked civility of Clare's tone in calling her seemed to have inspired her, for the moment, with a new glimmer of hope. But it soon died when she looked at him. ¡¡¡¡The pair were, in truth, but the ashes of their former fires. To the hot sorrow of the previous night had succeeded heaviness; it seemed as if nothing could kindle either of them to fervour of sensation any more. ¡¡¡¡He spoke gently to her, and she replied with a like undemonstrativeness. At last she came up to him, looking in his sharply-defined face as one who had no consciousness that her own formed a visible object also. ¡¡¡¡`Angel!' she said, and paused, touching him with her fingers lightly as a breeze, as though she could hardly believe to be there in the flesh the man who was once her lover. Her eyes were bright, her pale cheek still showed its wonted roundness, though half-dried tears had left glistening traces thereon; and the usually ripe red mouth was almost as pale as her cheek. Throbbingly alive as she was still, under the stress of her mental grief the life beat so brokenly, that a little further pull upon it would cause real illness, dull her characteristic eyes, and make her mouth thin.

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"I am glad you think I have been useful to her; but Harriet only wanted drawing out, and receiving a few, very few hints. She had all the natural grace of sweetness of temper and artlessness in herself. I have done very little." 　　 "If it were admissible to contradict a lady," said the gallant Mr. Elton-- 　　 "I have perhaps given her a little more decision of character, have taught her to think on points which had not fallen in her way before." 　　 "Exactly so; that is what principally strikes me. So much superadded decision of character! Skilful has been the hand!" 　　 "Great has been the pleasure, I am sure. I never met with a disposition more truly amiable." 　　 "I have no doubt of it." And it was spoken with a sort of sighing animation, which had a vast deal of the lover. She was not less pleased another day with the manner in which he seconded a sudden wish of hers, to have Harriet's picture. 　　 "Did you ever have your likeness taken, Harriet?" said she: "did you ever sit for your picture?" 　　 Harriet was on the point of leaving the room, and only stopt to say, with a very interesting naivete, 　　 "Oh! dear, no, never." 　　 No sooner was she out of sight, than Emma exclaimed,