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I Have Had To Contend Against The Unkindness Of His Sister, And The Insolence Of His Mother; And Have Suffered The Punishment Of An Attachment, Without Enjoying Its Advantages.

Did Not You? I Did For You. But That Is One Great Difference Between Us. Compliments Always Take You By Surprise, And Me Never.

What Do You Know Of My Heart? What Do You Know Of Anything But Your Own Suffering. For Weeks, Marianne, I've Had This Pressing On Me Without Being At Liberty To Speak Of It To A Single Creature. It Was Forced On Me By The Very Person Whose Prior Claims Ruined All My Hope. I Have Endured Her Exultations Again And Again Whilst Knowing Myself To Be Divided From Edward Forever. Believe Me, Marianne, Had I Not Been Bound To Silence I Could Have Provided Proof Enough Of A Broken Heart, Even For You.

She Hardly Knew How To Suppose That She Could Be An Object Of Admiration To So Great A Man.

What One Means One Day, You Know, One May Not Mean The Next. Circumstances Change, Opinions Alter.