This lock of hair, which now he can so readily give up, was begged of me with the most earnest supplication.

Had you seen his look, his manner, had you heard his voice at that moment! Have you forgot the last evening of our being together at Barton?
The morning that we parted too! When he told me that it might be many weeks before we met again--his distress--can I ever forget his distress ?" For a moment or two she could say no more; but when this emotion had passed away, she added, in a firmer tone, "Elinor, I have been cruelly used; but not by Willoughby." "Dearest Marianne, who but himself?
By whom can he have been instigated ?" "By all the world, rather than by his own heart.

I could rather believe every creature of my acquaintance leagued together to ruin me in his opinion, than believe his nature capable of such cruelty.

This woman of whom he writes--whoever she be--or any one, in short, but your own dear self, mama, and Edward, may have been so barbarous to bely me.
Beyond you three, is there a creature in the world whom I would not rather suspect of evil than Willoughby, whose heart I know so well ?" Elinor would not contend, and only replied, "Whoever may have been so detestably your enemy, let them be cheated of their malignant triumph, my dear sister, by seeing how nobly the consciousness of your own innocence and good intentions supports your spirits.

It is a reasonable and laudable pride which resists such malevolence." "No, no," cried Marianne, "misery such as mine has no pride.