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“
And
for
the
world
you
would
not
get
out
without
the
key
and
without
Mr
.
Rushworth
’
s
authority
and
protection
,
or
I
think
you
might
with
little
difficulty
pass
round
the
edge
of
the
gate
,
here
,
with
my
assistance
;
I
think
it
might
be
done
,
if
you
really
wished
to
be
more
at
large
,
and
could
allow
yourself
to
think
it
not
prohibited
.
”
“
Prohibited
!
nonsense
!
I
certainly
can
get
out
that
way
,
and
I
will
.
Mr
.
Rushworth
will
be
here
in
a
moment
,
you
know
;
we
shall
not
be
out
of
sight
.
”
“
Or
if
we
are
,
Miss
Price
will
be
so
good
as
to
tell
him
that
he
will
find
us
near
that
knoll
:
the
grove
of
oak
on
the
knoll
.
”
Fanny
,
feeling
all
this
to
be
wrong
,
could
not
help
making
an
effort
to
prevent
it
.
“
You
will
hurt
yourself
,
Miss
Bertram
,
”
she
cried
;
“
you
will
certainly
hurt
yourself
against
those
spikes
;
you
will
tear
your
gown
;
you
will
be
in
danger
of
slipping
into
the
ha
-
ha
.
You
had
better
not
go
.
”
Her
cousin
was
safe
on
the
other
side
while
these
words
were
spoken
,
and
,
smiling
with
all
the
good
-
humour
of
success
,
she
said
,
“
Thank
you
,
my
dear
Fanny
,
but
I
and
my
gown
are
alive
and
well
,
and
so
good
-
bye
.
”
Fanny
was
again
left
to
her
solitude
,
and
with
no
increase
of
pleasant
feelings
,
for
she
was
sorry
for
almost
all
that
she
had
seen
and
heard
,
astonished
at
Miss
Bertram
,
and
angry
with
Mr
.
Crawford
.
By
taking
a
circuitous
route
,
and
,
as
it
appeared
to
her
,
very
unreasonable
direction
to
the
knoll
,
they
were
soon
beyond
her
eye
;
and
for
some
minutes
longer
she
remained
without
sight
or
sound
of
any
companion
.
She
seemed
to
have
the
little
wood
all
to
herself
.
She
could
almost
have
thought
that
Edmund
and
Miss
Crawford
had
left
it
,
but
that
it
was
impossible
for
Edmund
to
forget
her
so
entirely
.
She
was
again
roused
from
disagreeable
musings
by
sudden
footsteps
:
somebody
was
coming
at
a
quick
pace
down
the
principal
walk
.
She
expected
Mr
.
Rushworth
,
but
it
was
Julia
,
who
,
hot
and
out
of
breath
,
and
with
a
look
of
disappointment
,
cried
out
on
seeing
her
,
“
Heyday
!
Where
are
the
others
?
I
thought
Maria
and
Mr
.
Crawford
were
with
you
.
”
Fanny
explained
.
“
A
pretty
trick
,
upon
my
word
!
I
cannot
see
them
anywhere
,
”
looking
eagerly
into
the
park
.
“
But
they
cannot
be
very
far
off
,
and
I
think
I
am
equal
to
as
much
as
Maria
,
even
without
help
.
”
