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Emma

before, she saw Frank Churchill looking intently across the
room at Miss Fairfax, who was sitting exactly opposite.
‘What is the matter?’ said she.
He started. ‘Thank you for rousing me,’ he replied. ‘I

believe I have been very rude; but really Miss Fairfax has
done her hair in so odd a way—so very odd a way—that I
cannot keep my eyes from her. I never saw any thing so
outree!—Those curls!—This must be a fancy of her own. I
see nobody else looking like her!— I must go and ask her
whether it is an Irish fashion. Shall I?— Yes, I will—I
declare I will—and you shall see how she takes it;—
whether she colours.’
He was gone immediately; and Emma soon saw him
standing before Miss Fairfax, and talking to her; but as to
its effect on the young lady, as he had improvidently
placed himself exactly between them, exactly in front of
Miss Fairfax, she could absolutely distinguish nothing.
Before he could return to his chair, it was taken by
Mrs. Weston.
‘This is the luxury of a large party,’ said she:—‘one can
get near every body, and say every thing. My dear Emma,
I am longing to talk to you. I have been making
discoveries and forming plans, just like yourself, and I must

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