Sublime

reprobate?”

“Concealing it from us! my dear child, do you accuse Willoughby and Marianne of concealment? This is strange indeed, when your eyes have been reproaching them every day for incautiousness.” “I want no proof of their affection,” said Elinor; “but of their engagement I do.”

Then he resumed his new habit of reciting to himself everything James Bower had said, and all the looks and gestures that had signalled understanding, until he became ashamed of himself, and set aside his recollections,

opprobrium.

‘Hello,’ he said, intending a reproof. ‘Hello,’ said the boy. He had the ease of a creature never told it was a sinner from the womb.

Jeff,

“Is Mr. Willoughby much known in your part of Somersetshire?” said Elinor. “Oh! yes, extremely well; that is, I do not believe many people are acquainted with him, because Combe Magna is so far off; but they all think him extremely agreeable I assure you. Nobody is more liked than Mr. Willoughby wherever he goes, and so you may tell your sister.

I have deceived you: I have sported with your terrors: I have plotted to destroy your reputation. I come now to remove your errors;

countenance.