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she should now find a warm and affectionate friend in the "mama" who had certainly shewn no remarkable fondness for her formerly; but this she could easily suppose to have been her own fault or her own fancy. She had probably alienated love by the helplessness and fretfulness of a fearful temper, or been unreasonable in wanting a larger share than any one among so many could deserve. Now, when she knew better how to be useful, and how to forbear, and when her mother could be no longer occupied by the incessant demands of a house full of little children, there would be leisure and inclination for every comfort, and they should soon be what mother and daughter ought to be to each other.
It would be the greatest pleasure
to have her there to the last moment before he sailed, and perhaps find her there still when he came in from his first cruise. And besides, he wanted her so very much to see the Thrush before she went out of harbour— the Thrush was certainly the finest sloop in the service—and there were several improvements in the dockyard, too, which he quite longed to shew her.
her being at home for a while would be a great advantage to everybody.
there being room for a third in the carriage,
to go and see her poor dear sister Price.
She must say that she had more than half a mind to go with the young people; it would be such an indulgence to her; she had not seen her poor dear sister Price for more than twenty years; and it would be a help to the young people in their journey to have her older head to manage for them; and she could not help thinking her poor dear sister Price would feel it very unkind of her not to come by such an opportunity.
she could not possibly be spared from Mansfield Park at present;
she was a great deal too necessary to Sir Thomas and Lady Bertram for her to be able to answer it to herself to leave them even for a week, and therefore must certainly sacrifice every other pleasure to that of being useful to them.
her poor dear sister Price
he could not leave his father and mother just when everybody else of most importance to their comfort was leaving them;
its fixing his happiness for ever.
She knew so much already, that she must know everything.
it to be the last time in which Miss Crawford's name would ever be mentioned between them with any remains of liberty.
to write to her soon and often,
to be a good correspondent herself;
That a letter from Edmund should be a subject of terror!
enough to make the little cottage comfortable, in which he and Fanny were to pass all their middle and later life together.
his sister's feelings should be so cold towards a man whom he must consider as the first of human characters;
When no longer under the same roof with Edmund, she trusted that Miss Crawford would have no motive for writing strong enough to overcome the trouble, and
at Portsmouth their correspondence would dwindle into nothing.
Would they but love her, she should be satisfied.
everything was always for the best;
they should prefer it to anything.
you will certainly have a cruise to the westward, with the Elephant.
he thought you would be sent first to the Texel.
she had slipped her moorings and was coming out,
she was grown into a woman, and he supposed would be wanting a husband soon,
to go and change his dress, and make the necessary preparations for his removal on board directly, that he might have his tea in comfort afterwards.
the Thrush was gone out of harbour;
She was at home. But, alas! it was not such a home, she had not such a welcome, as—
she was unreasonable. What right had she to be of importance to her family? She could have none, so long lost sight of! William's concerns must be dearest, they always had been, and he had every right. Yet to have so little said or asked about herself, to have scarcely an inquiry made after Mansfield! It did pain her to have Mansfield forgotten; the friends who had done so much —the dear, dear friends! But here, one subject swallowed up all the rest. Perhaps it must be so. The destination of the Thrush must be now preeminently interesting. A day or two might shew the difference. She only was to blame. Yet
it would not have been so at Mansfield. No, in her uncle's house there would have been a consideration of times and seasons, a regulation of subject, a propriety, an attention towards everybody which there was not here.
it as a proof of anything more than their being for the time thoroughly fagged,
she should be very glad of a little tea,
Susan had an open, sensible countenance; she was like William,
being on shore some part of every day before they sailed, and even of getting her to Spithead to see the sloop.
the impossibility of getting Sam ready in time,
the shocking character of all the Portsmouth servants, of whom
her own two were the very worst,
her mother meant to part with her when her year was up.
'Let sister Susan have my knife, mama, when I am dead and buried.'
she hoped that her god-daughter was a good girl, and learnt her book.
One was found to have too small a print for a child's eyes, and the other to be too cumbersome for her to carry about.
William was gone: and the home he had left her in was,
in almost every respect the very reverse of what she could have wished. It was the abode of noise, disorder, and impropriety. Nobody was in their right place, nothing was done as it ought to be.
It was the greatest misery of all. At Mansfield, no sounds of contention, no raised voice, no abrupt bursts, no tread of violence, was ever heard; all proceeded in a regular course of cheerful orderliness; everybody had their due importance; everybody's feelings were consulted. If tenderness could be ever supposed wanting, good sense and good breeding supplied its place; and as to the little irritations sometimes introduced by aunt Norris, they were short, they were trifling, they were as a drop of water to the ocean, compared with the ceaseless tumult of her present abode. Here everybody was noisy, every voice was loud (excepting, perhaps, her mother's, which resembled the soft monotony of Lady Bertram's, only worn into fretfulness). Whatever was wanted was hallooed for, and the servants hallooed out their excuses from the kitchen. The doors were in constant banging, the stairs were never at rest, nothing was done without a clatter, nobody sat still, and nobody could command attention when they spoke.
though Mansfield Park might have some pains, Portsmouth could have no pleasures.
'Well, Mary, when do you write to Fanny? Is not it time for you to write to Fanny?'
Susan tried to be useful, where she could only have gone away and cried; and that Susan was useful