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Esteem him! Like him! Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise. Use those words again, and I will leave the room this moment.

I see what you think of me,' said he, gravely; 'I shall make but a poor figure in your journal to-morrow.' My journal!' Yes; I know exactly what you will say:- Friday went to the Lower Rooms; wore my sprigged muslin robe with blue trimmings- plain black shoes- appeared to much advantage; but was strangely harassed by a queer, half-witted man, who would make me dance with him, and distressed me by his nonsense.

There is a monsterous deal of stupid quizzing, & common-place nonsense talked, but scarcely any wit.

Your conjecture is totally wrong, I assure you. My mind was more agreeably engaged. I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty women can bestow. Mr. Darcy

I . . . am always half afraid of finding a clever novel too clever--& of finding my own story & my own people all forestalled.

Elinor was to be the comforter of others in her own distresses, no less than in theirs; and all the comfort that could be given by assurances of her own composure of mind, and a very earnest vindication of Edward from every charge but of imprudence, was readily offered.

No: the years which had destroyed her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowing, manly, open look, in no respect lessening his personal advantages.

For to be unaffected was all that a pretty girl could want to make her mind as captivating as her person.

I use the verb 'to torment,' as I observed to be your own method, instead of 'to instruct,' supposing them to be now admitted as synonymous.

How unfortunate, considering I have decided to loathe him for eternity

To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it is, above her ankles in dirt, and alone, quite alone! What could she mean by it? It seems to me to show an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most country-town indifference to decorum.

Not very good, I am afraid. But now really, do not you think Udolpho the nicest book in the world? The nicest—by which I suppose you mean the neatest. That must depend upon the binding.

I fancy Miss Price has been more used to deserve praise than to hear it…

And this, cried Darcy, as he walked with quick steps across the room, is your opinion of me! This is the estimation in which you hold me! I thank you for explaining it so fully.

There was no being displeased with such an encourager, for his admiration made him discern a likeness before it was possible.

The stupidity with which he was favoured by nature must guard his courtship from any charm that could make a woman wish for its continuance.

Mrs. Norris hitched a breath and went on again.

Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion and somethings an indirect boast.

The boy protested that she should not; she continued to declare that she would, and the argument ended only with the visit.

But self, though it would intrude, could not engross her.

This must be a most inconvenient sitting room for the evening, in summer; the windows are full west.

by a young woman of inferior birth, of no importance in the world, and wholly unallied to the family!

Elinor now found the difference between the expectation of an unpleasant event, however certain the mind may be told to consider it, and certainty itself.

Sir Thomas, indeed, was, by this time, not very far from classing Mrs. Norris as one of those well–meaning people who are always doing mistaken and very disagreeable things.