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 and went to those to whom, at best, I was only indifferent. My journey to town—travelling with my own horses, and therefore so tediously—no creature to speak to—my own reflections so cheerful—when I looked forward everything so inviting!—when I looked back at Barton, the picture so soothing!—oh! it was a blessed journey!”

He stopt.

“Well, sir,” said Elinor, who, though pitying him, grew impatient for his departure, “and this is all?”

“Ah!—no,—have you forgot what passed in town?—That infamous letter—Did she shew it you?”

“Yes, I saw every note that passed.”

“When the first of her’s reached me, (as it immediately did, for I was in town the whole time,) what I felt is—in the common phrase, not to be expressed;