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3. CHAPTER III
 (continued)
Upon such occasions poor Mr. Woodhouses feelings were in sad warfare.
 He loved to have the cloth laid, because it had been the fashion
 of his youth, but his conviction of suppers being very unwholesome
 made him rather sorry to see any thing put on it; and while his
 hospitality would have welcomed his visitors to every thing,
 his care for their health made him grieve that they would eat. 
Such another small basin of thin gruel as his own was all that
 he could, with thorough self-approbation, recommend; though he
 might constrain himself, while the ladies were comfortably clearing
 the nicer things, to say: 
"Mrs. Bates, let me propose your venturing on one of these eggs.
 An egg boiled very soft is not unwholesome.  Serle understands boiling
 an egg better than any body.  I would not recommend an egg boiled
 by any body else; but you need not be afraid, they are very small,
 you see--one of our small eggs will not hurt you.  Miss Bates,
 let Emma help you to a little bit of tart--a very little bit.
 Ours are all apple-tarts. You need not be afraid of unwholesome
 preserves here.  I do not advise the custard.  Mrs. Goddard, what say
 you to half a glass of wine? A small half-glass, put into a tumbler
 of water? I do not think it could disagree with you." 
Emma allowed her father to talk--but supplied her visitors in
 a much more satisfactory style, and on the present evening had
 particular pleasure in sending them away happy.  The happiness
 of Miss Smith was quite equal to her intentions.  Miss Woodhouse
 was so great a personage in Highbury, that the prospect of the
 introduction had given as much panic as pleasure; but the humble,
 grateful little girl went off with highly gratified feelings,
 delighted with the affability with which Miss Woodhouse had treated
 her all the evening, and actually shaken hands with her at last! 
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