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“My feelings were very, very painful. Every line, every word was—in the hackneyed metaphor which their dear writer would forbid—a dagger to my heart. To know Marianne was in the same town was—in the same language—a thunderbolt. Thunderbolts and daggers!”

“And when she joined them at dinner two hours after she had suffered the extinction of all her dearest hopes, no one would have supposed that Elinor was mourning in secret over obstacles which divide her forever from the object of her love, and that Marianne was dwelling on the perfections of a man, of whose heart she felt thoroughly possessed and whom she expected to see in every carriage that drove near the house

"Dear, dear Norland!" said Marianne, "when shall I cease to regret you! —when learn to feel a home elsewhere!—Oh! house, could you know what I suffer in now viewing you, from whence perhaps I may view you no more!

And you, ye trees!—you will continue the same; unconscious of the pleasure or regret you occasion, and insensible of any change in those who walk under your shade!

But who will remain to enjoy you?