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Emma

And how suffer him to leave her without saying one word
of gratitude, of concurrence, of common kindness!
Time did not compose her. As she reflected more, she
seemed but to feel it more. She never had been so

depressed. Happily it was not necessary to speak. There
was only Harriet, who seemed not in spirits herself,
fagged, and very willing to be silent; and Emma felt the
tears running down her cheeks almost all the way home,
without being at any trouble to check them, extraordinary
as they were.

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