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before; and when their visitors left them, he went immediately round her, and said, in a whisper, I have been guessing. Shall I tell you my guess? What do you mean? Shall I tell you. Certainly. Well then; I guess that Mr. Willoughby hunts. Marianne was surprised and confused, yet she could not help smiling at the quiet archness of his manner, and after a moments silence, said, Oh, Edward! How can you?But the time will come I hope. I am sure you will like him. I do not doubt it, replied he, rather astonished at her earnestness and warmth; for had he not imagined it to be a joke for the good of her acquaintance in general, founded only on a something or a nothing between Mr. Willoughby and herself, he would not have ventured to mention it. |
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