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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.

Anne found an unexpected interest here. She felt its application to herself, felt it in a nervous thrill all over her, and at the same moment that her eyes instinctively glanced toward the distant table, Captain Wenworth's pen ceased to move, his head was raised, pausing, listening, and he turned round the next instant to give a look--once quick, conscious look at her.

Of music! Then pray speak aloud. It is of all subjects my delight. I must have my share in the conversation if you are speaking of music. There are few people in England, I suppose, who have more true enjoyment of music than myself, or a better natural taste. If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great proficient.

... consequence has its tax;...

I am afraid I interrupt your solitary ramble, my dear sister,' said he, as he joined her.'You certainly do,' she replied with a smile; 'but it does not follow that the interruption must be unwelcome.

He frequently observed, as he walked out, that one handsome face would be followed by thirty, or five-and-thirty frights; and once, as he stood in a shop in Bond Street, he had counted eighty-seven women go by, one after another, without there being a tolerable face among them.

But it is fortunate,'' thought she, ``that I have something to wish for. Were the whole arrangement complete, my disappointment would be certain. But here, by my carrying with me one ceaseless source of regret in my sister's absence, I may reasonably hope to have all my expectations of pleasure realized. A scheme of which every part promises delight, can never be successful; and general disappointment is only warded off by the defence of some little peculiar vexation.

A man does not recover from such a devotion of the heart to such a woman. He ought not; he does not.

São poucas as pessoas de quem gosto realmente e mais restrito ainda o número daquelas de quem eu faço um bom juízo.

There is hardly any personal defect", replied Anne, "which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to".

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a large fortune must be in want of a wife.

How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!

I dearly love a laugh.

She looked down very decidedly upon the Hayters,

Alçakgönüllü görünmek kadar aldatıcı hiçbir şey olamaz. Aslında bu ya dikkatsizlik ve umursamazlıktır ya da kimi kez gizli övünmedir.

...and their marriage, instead of depriving her of one friend, secured her two.

Implacable resentment is a shade in acharacter. But you have chosen your fault well. I reallycannot laugh at it. You are safe from me.""There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to someparticular evil—a natural defect, which not even the best educationcan overcome.""And your defect is to hate everybody.""And yours," he replied with a smile, "is willfully tomisunderstand them.

Knowing their feelings as she did, it was a most attractive picture of happiness to her. She always watched them as long as she could, delighted to fancy she understood what they might be talking of, as they walked along in happy independence, or equally delighted to see the Admiral's hearty shake of the hand when he encountered an old friend, and observe their eagerness of conversation when occasionally forming into a little knot of the navy, Mrs Croft looking as intelligent and keen as any of the officers around her.

But Elizabeth was not formed for ill-humour; and though every prospect of her own was destroyed for the evening, it could not dwell long on her spirits; and having told all her griefs to Charlotte Lucas, whom she had not seen for a week, she was soon able to make a voluntary transition to the oddities of her cousin, and to point him out to her particular notice. The first two dances, however, brought a return of distress; they were dances of mortification. Mr. Collins, awkward

Warmth and enthusiasm did captivate her still. She felt that she could so much more depend upon the sincerity of those who sometimes looked or said a careless or a hasty thing, than of those whose presence of mind never varied, whose tongue never slipped.