? ? ? ? "At last we are alone. My Elinor, you do not yet know all my happiness. Colonel Brandon loves Marianne. He has told me so himself."
? ? ? ? Her daughter, feeling by turns both pleased and pained, surprised and not surprised, was all silent attention.
? ? ? ? "You are never like me, dear Elinor, or I should wonder at your composure now. Had I sat down to wish for any possible good to my family, I should have fixed on Colonel Brandon's marrying one of you as the object most desirable.
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