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Cecilia took leave over night of the fa: Mr Monckton, though certain not to sleep when she was going, forbearing tohis apartaret parted froraciousness, and Miss Bennet, because in her presence, in a , with only her servants, the ht, she set out Her journey ithout incident or interruption, and she went immediately to the house of Mrs Bayley, where she had settled to board till her oas finished

Mrs Bayley was a ood sort of woman, who lived decently ith her servants, and tolerably ith her neighbours, upon a sh by no means superior to such an addition to her little incoht produce

Here Cecilia continued a full month: which tiave to herself by active deeds of benevolence

At Christhbourhood, she took possession of her own house, which was situated about three miles from Bury

The better sort of people were happy to see her thus settled ast them, and the poorer, who by what they already had received, knehat they still arded the day in which she fixed herself in her mansion, as a day to theer, as hitherto, repairing to a teht quit, and to which, at a certain period, she could have no possible claim, but to a house which was her own for ever, or, at least, could solely by her own choice be transferred, she deter her desultory dwellings, to empty her mind of the transactions which had passed in the a house where she was permanently to reside, to make the expulsion of her past sorrows, the basis upon which to establish her future serenity

And this, though a work of pain and difficulty, was not impracticable; her sensibility, indeed, was keen, and she had suffered fros were not , and her fortitude was equal to her trials Her calamities had saddened, but not weakened herof his mother occurred to her noith all the conviction of experience, that "evils inevitable are always best supported, because known to be past a" [Footnote: See Vol ii p 317] A plan by which so great a revolution was to be wrought in her naniled with prudence Nothing, therefore, appeared to her so indispensable as constant eht force their way in her ht be allowed for brooding over melancholy retrospections