? ? ? ? Thomas's intelligence seemed over. Elinor looked as if she wished to hear more.
? ? ? ? "Did you see them off, before you came away?"
? ? ? ? "No, ma'am--the horses were just coming out, but I could not bide any longer; I was afraid of being late."
? ? ? ? "Did Mrs. Ferrars look well?"
? ? ? ? "Yes, ma'am, she said how she was very well; and to my mind she was always a very handsome young lady--and she seemed vastly contented."
? ? ? ? Mrs. Dashwood could think of no other question, and Thomas and the tablecloth, now alike needless, were soon afterwards dismissed. Marianne had already sent to say, that she should eat nothing more. Mrs. Dashwood's and Elinor's appetites were equally lost, and Margaret might think herself very well off, that with so much uneasiness as both her sisters had lately experienced, so much reason as they had often had to be careless of their meals, she had never been obliged to go without her dinner before.
? ? ? ? When the dessert and the wine were arranged, and Mrs.
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