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    12:18a
    Oh, cousin, you do not know how acceptable it...
    Oh, cousin, you do not know how acceptable
    it is
    “My dear Fanny, you feel these things a great deal too muchI am
    most happy that you like the chain, and that it should be here in
    time for to-morrow; but your thanks are far beyond the occasion
    Believe me, I have no pleasure in the world superior to that of contributing
    to yoursNo, I can safely say, I have no pleasure so complete,
    so unalloyedIt is without a drawback
    Upon such expressions of affection Fanny could have lived an
    hour without saying another word; but Edmund, after waiting a
    moment, obliged her to bring down her mind from its heavenly
    flight by saying, “But what is it that you want to consult me about?”
    It was about the necklace, which she was now most earnestly longing
    to return, and hoped to obtain his approbation of her doing
    She gave the history of her recent visit, and now her raptures might
    well be over; for Edmund was so struck with the circumstance, so
    delighted with what Miss Crawford had done, so gratified by such a
    coincidence of conduct between them, that Fanny could not but
    admit the superior power of one pleasure over his own mind, though
    it might have its drawbackIt was some time before she could get
    his attention to her plan, or any answer to her demand of his opinion:
    he was in a reverie of fond reflection, uttering only now and
    then a few half-sentences of praise; but when he did awake and
    understand, he was very decided in opposing what she wished
    “Return the necklace! No, my dear Fanny, upon no accountIt
    would be mortifying her severelyThere can hardly be a more unpleasant
    sensation than the having anything returned on our hands
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    which we have given with a reasonable hope of its contributing to
    the comfort of a friendWhy should chanel watches she lose a pleasure which she
    has shewn herself so deserving of?”
    “If it had been given to me in the first instance,” said Fanny, “I
    should not have thought of returning it; but being her brother’s
    present, is not it fair to suppose that she would rather not part with
    it, when it is not wanted?”
    “She must not suppose it not wanted, not acceptable, at least: and
    its having been originally her brother’s gift makes no difference; for
    as she was not prevented from offering, nor you from taking it on
    that account, it ought not to prevent you from keeping itNo doubt
    it is handsomer than mine, and fitter for a ballroom
    “No, it is not handsomer, not at all handsomer in its way, and, for
    my purpose, not half so fitThe chain will agree with William’s
    cross beyond all comparison better than the necklace
    “For one night, Fanny, for only one night, if it be a sacrifice; I am
    sure you will, upon consideration, make that sacrifice rather than
    give pain to one who has been so studious of your comfortMiss
    Crawford’s attentions to you have been—not more than you were
    justly entitled to—I am the last person to think that could be, but
    they have been invariable; and to be returning them with what must
    have something the air of ingratitude, though I know it could never
    have the meaning, is not in your nature, I am sureWear the necklace,
    as you are engaged to do, to-morrow evening, and let the chain,
    which was not ordered with any reference to the ball, be kept for
    commoner occasionsI would not have the shadow
    of a coolness between the two whose intimacy I have been observing
    with the greatest pleasure, and in whose characters there is so
    much general resemblance in true generosity and natural delicacy as
    to make the few slight differences, resulting omega planet ocean watches principally from situation,
    no reasonable hindrance to a perfect friendshipI would not
    have the shadow of a coolness arise,” he repeated, his voice sinking
    a little, “between the two dearest objects I have on earth
    He was gone as he spoke; and Fanny remained to tranquillise herself
    as she couldShe was one of his two dearest—that must support
    herBut the other: the first! She had never heard him speak so openly
    before, and though it told her no more than what she had long
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    perceived, it was a stab, for it told of his own convictions and viewsHe would marry Miss CrawfordIt was a stab, in
    spite of every long-standing expectation; and she was obliged to repeat
    again and again, that she was one of his two dearest, before the
    words gave her any sensationCould she believe Miss Crawford to
    deserve him, it would be—oh, how different would it be—how far
    more tolerable! But he was deceived in her: he gave her merits which
    she had not; her faults were what they had ever been, but he saw them
    no longerTill she had shed many tears over this deception, Fanny
    could not subdue her agitation; and the dejection which followed
    could only be relieved by the influence of fervent prayers for his happiness
    It was her intention, as she felt it to be her duty, to try to overcome
    all that was excessive, all that bordered on selfishness, in her
    affection for EdmundTo call or to fancy it a loss, a disappointment,
    would be a presumption for which she had not words strong
    enough to satisfy her own humilityTo think of him as Miss Crawford
    might be justified in thinking, would in her be insanityTo her he
    could be nothing under any circumstances; nothing dearer than a
    friendWhy did such an idea occur to her even enough to be reprobated
    and discount tiffany's necklace forbidden? It ought not to have touched on the confines
    of her imaginationShe would endeavour to be rational, and to
    deserve the right of judging of Miss Crawford’s character, and the
    privilege of true solicitude for him by a sound intellect and an honest
    heart
    She had all the heroism of principle, and was determined to do
    her duty; but having also many of the feelings of youth and nature,
    let her not be much wondered at, if, after making all these good
    resolutions on the side of self-government, she seized the scrap of
    paper on which Edmund had begun writing to her, as a treasure
    beyond all her hopes, and reading with the tenderest emotion these
    words, “My very dear Fanny, you must do me the favour to accept”
    locked it up with the chain, as the dearest part of the giftIt was the
    only thing approaching to a letter which she had ever received from
    him; she might never receive another; it was impossible that she
    ever should receive another so perfectly gratifying in the occasion
    and the styleTwo lines more prized had never fallen from the pen
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    of the most distinguished author—never more completely blessed
    the researches of the fondest biographerThe enthusiasm of a woman’s
    love is even beyond the biographer’sTo her, the handwriting itself,
    independent of anything it may convey, is a blessednessNever were
    such characters cut by any other human being as Edmund’s commonest
    handwriting gave! This specimen, written in haste as it was,
    had not a fault; and there was a felicity in the flow of the first four
    words, in the arrangement of “My very dear Fanny,” which she could
    have looked at for ever
    Having regulated her thoughts and comforted her feelings by this
    happy mixture of reason and weakness, she was able in due time to
    go christian dior saddle down and resume her usual employments near her aunt Bertram,
    and pay her the usual observances without any apparent want of
    spirits
    Thursday, predestined to hope and enjoyment, came; and opened
    with more kindness to Fanny than such self-willed, unmanageable
    days often volunteer, for soon after breakfast a very friendly note
    was brought from MrCrawford to William, stating that as he found
    himself obliged to go to London on the morrow for a few days, he
    could not help trying to procure a companion; and therefore hoped
    that if William could make up his mind to leave Mansfield half a
    day earlier than had been proposed, he would accept a place in his
    carriageCrawford meant to be in town by his uncle’s
    accustomary late dinner-hour, and William was invited to dine with
    him at the Admiral’sThe proposal was a very pleasant one to
    William himself, who enjoyed the idea of travelling post with four
    horses, and such a good-humoured, agreeable friend; and, in likening
    it to going up with despatches, was saying at once everything
    in favour of its happiness and dignity which his imagination
    could suggest; and Fanny, from a different motive, was exceedingly
    pleased; for the original plan was that William should go up
    by the mail from Northampton the following night, which would
    not have allowed him an hour’s rest before he must have got into a
    Portsmouth coach; and though this offer of MrCrawford’s would
    rob her of many hours of his company, she was too happy in having
    William spared from the fatigue of such a journey, to think of
    anything elseSir Thomas approved of it for another reasonHis
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    nephew’s introduction to Admiral Crawford might be of service
    The Admiral, he believed, had interestUpon the whole, it was a
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    12:20a
    It was a moonlight night, and about one o'clock...
    It was a moonlight night, and about one o'clock Flo and I were waked by the most delicious music under our windowsWe flew up, and hid behind the curtains, but sly peeps showed us Fred and the students singing away down belowIt was the most romantic thing I ever saw--the river, the bridge of boats, the great fortress opposite, moonlight everywhere, and music fit to melt a heart of stone
    When they were done we threw down some flowers, and saw them scramble for them, kiss their hands to the invisible ladies, and go laughing away, to smoke and drink beer, I supposeNext morning Fred showed me one of the crumpled flowers in his vest pocket, and looked very sentimentalI laughed at him, and said I didn't throw it, but Flo, which seemed to disgust him, for he tossed it out of the window, and turned sensible againI'm afraid I'm going to have trouble with that boy, it begins to look like it
    The baths at Nassau were very gay, so was Baden-Baden, where Fred lost some money, and I scolded himHe needs someone to look after him when Frank is not with himKate said once she gucci backpack hoped he'd marry soon, and I quite agree with her that it would be well for himFrankfurt was delightfulI saw Goeth's house, Schiller's statue, and Dannecker's famous AriadneIt was very lovely, but I should have enjoyed it more if I had known the story betterI didn't like to ask, as everyone knew it or pretended they didI wish Jo would tell me all about itI ought to have read more, for I find I don't know anything, and it mortifies me

    Now comes the serious part, for it happened here, and Fred has just goneHe has been so kind and jolly that we all got quite fond of himI never thought of anything but a traveling friendship till the serenade nightSince then I've begun to feel that the moonlight walks, balcony talks, and daily adventures were something more to him than funI haven't flirted, Mother, truly, but remembered what you said to me, and have done my very bestI can't help it if people like meI don't try to make them, and it worries me if I don't care for them, though Jo says I haven't got any heartNow I know Mother will shake her head, and the girls say, "Oh, the dior saddle bags mercenary little wretch!", but I've made up my mind, and if Fred asks me, I shall accept him, though I'm not madly in loveI like him, and we get on comfortably togetherHe is handsome, young, clever enough, and very rich--ever so much richer than the LaurencesI don't think his family would object, and I should be very happy, for they are all kind, well-bred, generous people, and they like meFred, as the eldest twin, will have the estate, I suppose, and such a splendid one it is! A city house in a fashionable street, not so showy as our big houses, but twice as comfortable and full of solid luxury, such as English people believe inI like it, for it's genuineI've seen the plate, the family jewels, the old servants, and pictures of the country place, with its park, great house, lovely grounds, and fine horsesOh, it would be all I should ask! And I'd rather have it than any title such as girls snap up so readily, and find nothing behindI may be mercenary, but I hate poverty, and don't mean to bear it a minute longer than I can helpOne of us must marry wellMeg didn't, chanel purse white Jo won't, Beth can't yet, so I shall, and make everything okay all roundI wouldn't marry a man I hated or despisedYou may be sure of that, and though Fred is not my model hero, he does very well, and in time I should get fond enough of him if he was very fond of me, and let me do just as I likedSo I've been turning the matter over in my mind the last week, for it was impossible to help seeing that Fred liked meHe said nothing, but little things showed itHe never goes with Flo, always gets on my side of the carriage, table, or promenade, looks sentimental when we are alone, and frowns at anyone else who ventures to speak tomeYesterday at dinner, when an Austrian officer stared at us and then said something to his friend, a rakish-looking baron, about `ein wonderschones Blondchen', Fred looked as fierce as a lion, and cut his meat so savagely it nearly flew off his plateHe isn't one of the cool, stiff Englishmen, but is rather peppery, for he has Scotch blood in him, as one might guess from his bonnie blue eyes
    Well, last evening we went up to the castle about cheap prada handbags sunset, at least all of us but Fred, who was to meet us there after going to the Post Restante for lettersWe had a charming time poking about the ruins, the vaults where the monster tun is, and the beautiful gardens made by the elector long ago for his English wifeI liked the great terrace best, for the view was divine, so while the rest went to see the rooms inside, I sat there trying to sketch the gray stone lion's head on the wall, with scarlet woodbine sprays hanging round itI felt as if I'd got into a romance, sitting there, watching the Meckar rolling through the valley, listening to the music of the Austrian band below, and waiting for my lover, like a real storybook girlI had a feeling that something was going to happen and I was ready for itI didn't feel blushy or quakey, but quite cool and only a little excited
    By-and-by I heard Fred's voice, and then he came hurrying through the great arch to find meHe looked so troubled that I forgot all about myself, and asked what the matter wasHe said he'd just got a letter begging him to come home, for Frank was very chanel jumbo bag i

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