I tried to clip this quote but couldn't it is too achingly beautiful:

"An hour's complete leisure for such reflections as these, on a dark November day, a small thick rain almost blotting out the very few objects ever to be discerned from the windows, was enough to make the sound of Lady Russell's carriage exceedingly welcome; and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the Mansion-house, or look an adieu to the Cottage, with its black, dripping, and comfortless veranda, or even notice through the misty glasses the last humble tenements of the village, without a saddened heart. Scenes had passed in Uppercross which made it precious. It stood the record of many sensations of pain, once severe, but now softened; and of some instances of relenting feeling, some breathings of friendship and reconciliation, which could never be looked for again, and which could never cease to be dear. She left it all behind her; all but the recollection that such things had been. "

Anne manages to leave the Mansion with a least memories of this softening and relenting of feelings , but does it make her vulnerable as she feels that they were left behind, or do they make her stronger.

I can't help but get misty eyed each time I read this paragraph.