but the idea of it struck her forcibly.
“You could not have visited me!” she cried, looking aghast. “No, to be sure you could not; but I never thought of that before. That would have been too dreadful!—What an escape!—Dear Miss Woodhouse, I would not give up the pleasure and honour of being intimate with you for any thing in the world.”
“Indeed, Harriet, it would have been a severe pang to lose you; but it must have
but the idea of it struck her forcibly.
“You could not have visited me!” she cried, looking aghast. “No, to be sure you could not; but I never thought of that before. That would have been too dreadful!—What an escape!—Dear Miss Woodhouse, I would not give up the pleasure and honour of being intimate with you for any thing in the world.”
“Indeed, Harriet, it would have been a severe pang to lose you; but it must have
