monet oil painting

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which was now searched by madam with the most ingratiating virulence,- the dear lock, all, every memento was torn from me." 　　 "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. You had made your own choice. It was not forced on you. Your wife has a claim to your politeness, to your respect, at least. She must be attached to you, or she would not have married you. To treat her with unkindness, to speak of her slightingly, is no atonement to Marianne; nor can I suppose it a relief to your own conscience." 　　 "Do not talk to me of my wife," said he with a heavy sigh; "she does not deserve your compassion. She knew I had no regard for her when we married. Well, married we were, and came down to Combe Magna to be happy, and afterwards returned to town to be gay. And now do you pity me, Miss Dashwood? Or have I said all this to no purpose? Am I,- be it only one degree,- am I less guilty in your opinion than I was before? My intentions were not always wrong. Have I explained away any part of my guilt?"