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  -Miss Woodhouse, please! Fate has left us alone for a reason!
-What? What are you…? Release my hand!
-I do not so much as seize your hand so much as the opportunity to-
-Good heavens. Go back!
-Please! I am hoping…fearing…ready to die if you refuse me. Surely my
odd  attachment to you, my love and passion cannot help to make an
-Mr Elton! This is I, Miss Woodhouse! The party spirit has confused you!
I’ll be happy to deliver your message to Miss Smith, but you must direct no
more of it to me.
-Miss Smith? What sort of message would I want to send to her? Miss Smith?!
-Mr Elton, the wine has weakened you, for you to—
-If the wine has had any effect, it has only strengthened my will to tell
you that I love you! And-
-My astonishment is beyond anything I can express. For you to address me in
this manner, after your behaviour to Miss Smith, is—
-I never cared whether Miss Smith were dead or alive except she was your
friend. Who can think of Miss Smith when Miss Woodhouse is near?
-Oh, no!

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