? ? ? ? "Ay, my dear, I'll warrant you we do. Mary always has her own way."
? ? ? ? "And now," silently conjectured Elinor, "she will write to Combe by this day's post."
? ? ? ? But if she DID, the letter was written and sent away with a privacy which eluded all her watchfulness to ascertain the fact. Whatever the truth of it might be, and far as Elinor was from feeling thorough contentment about it, yet while she saw Marianne in spirits, she could not be very uncomfortable herself. And Marianne was in spirits; happy in the mildness of the weather, and still happier in her expectation of a frost.
? ? ? ? The morning was chiefly spent in leaving cards at the houses of Mrs. Jennings's acquaintance to inform them of her being in town; and Marianne was all the time busy in observing the direction of the wind, watching the variations of the sky and imagining an alteration in the air.
? ? ? ? "Don't you find it colder than it was in the morning, Elinor? There seems to me a very decided difference.
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