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Who! why yourselves, and the Careys, and Whitakers to be sure. What! you thought nobody could dance because a certain person that shall be nameless is gone!" 　　 "I wish with all my soul," cried Sir John, "that Willoughby were among us again." 　　 This, and Marianne's blushing, gave new suspicions to Edward. "And who is Willoughby?" said he
oil painting, in a low voice, to Miss Dashwood, by whom he was sitting. 　　 She gave him a brief reply. Marianne's countenance was more communicative. Edward saw enough to comprehend, not only the meaning of others, but such of Marianne's expressions as had puzzled him before; and when their visitors left them he went immediately round her, and said, in a whisper, "I have been guessing. Shall I tell you my guess?" 　　 "What do you mean?" 　　 "Shall I tell you." 　　 "Certainly." 　　 "Well then; I guess that Mr. Willoughby hunts." 　　 Marianne was surprised and confused, yet she could not help smiling at the quiet archness of his manner, and after a moment's silence, said,-