1 Now, I can think and speak of it with little emotion.
2 "I think I have," replied Elinor, with an exertion of spirits, which increased with her increase of emotion.
3 As it was, it required but a slight effort of fancy to connect his emotion with the tender recollection of past regard.
4 He turned round on their coming in, and his countenance shewed that he strongly partook of the emotion which over-powered Marianne.
5 "I did," said Elinor, with a composure of voice, under which was concealed an emotion and distress beyond any thing she had ever felt before.
6 Her narration was clear and simple; and though it could not be given without emotion, it was not accompanied by violent agitation, nor impetuous grief.
7 The letters from town, which a few days before would have made every nerve in Elinor's body thrill with transport, now arrived to be read with less emotion than mirth.
8 You are very wrong, Mr. Willoughby, very blamable," said Elinor, while her voice, in spite of herself, betrayed her compassionate emotion; "you ought not to speak in this way, either of Mrs. Willoughby or my sister.
9 But here, Elinor could neither wonder nor blame; and when she saw, as she assisted Marianne from the carriage, that she had been crying, she saw only an emotion too natural in itself to raise any thing less tender than pity, and in its unobtrusiveness entitled to praise.