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Patterns of Diction in Jane Austen's Major Novels

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"No, no; your room is full enough. I will call another day, and hear the pianoforte."
"Oh! very delightful indeed; I can say nothing less, for I suppose Miss Woodhouse and Mr. Frank Churchill are hearing every thing that passes. And
I do not see why Miss Fairfax should not be mentioned too. I think Miss Fairfax dances very well; and Mrs. Weston is the very best country-dance player, without exception, in England. Now, if your friends have any gratitude, they will say something pretty loud about you and me in return; but I cannot stay to hear it."
"What is the matter now?"
Mr. Knightley cannot stop. He is going to Kingston.
if he could do any thing...."
'Can I do any thing for you at Kingston?'
"Very well. If the Westons think it worth while to be at all this trouble for a few hours of noisy entertainment, I have nothing to say against it, but that they shall not chuse pleasures for me.—Oh! yes, I must be there; I could not refuse; and I will keep as much awake as I can; but I would rather be at home, looking over William Larkins's week's account; much rather, I confess.—Pleasure in seeing dancing!—not I, indeed —I never look at it— I do not know who does.—Fine dancing, I believe, like virtue, must be its own reward. Those who are standing by are usually thinking of something very different."
He could not say that he was sorry on his own account;
he was sorry for the disappointment of the others,
"You, Emma, who have so few opportunities of dancing, you are really out of luck; you are very much out of luck!"
"You are right, Mrs. Weston,"
"Miss Fairfax is as capable as any of us of forming a just opinion of Mrs. Elton. Could she have chosen with whom to associate, she would not have chosen her. But
she receives attentions from Mrs. Elton, which nobody else pays her."
"Another thing must be taken into consideration too— Mrs. Elton does not talk to Miss Fairfax as she speaks of her. We all know the difference between the pronouns he or she and thou, the plainest spoken amongst us; we all feel the influence of a something beyond common civility in our personal intercourse with each other— a something more early implanted. We cannot give any body the disagreeable hints that we may have been very full of the hour before. We feel things differently. And besides the operation of this, as a general principle, you may be sure that Miss Fairfax awes Mrs. Elton by her superiority both of mind and manner; and that, face to face, Mrs. Elton treats her with all the respect which she has a claim to. Such a woman as Jane Fairfax probably never fell in Mrs. Elton's way before—and no degree of vanity can prevent her acknowledging her own comparative littleness in action, if not in consciousness."
"Yes,"
"any body may know how highly I think of her."
"Oh! are you there?—But you are miserably behindhand. Mr. Cole gave me a hint of it six weeks ago."
"That will never be, however, I can assure you. Miss Fairfax, I dare say, would not have me if I were to ask her—and I am very sure I shall never ask her."
"So you have been settling that I should marry Jane Fairfax?"
"No, Emma, I do not think the extent of my admiration for her will ever take me by surprize.—I never had a thought of her in that way, I assure you."
"Jane Fairfax is a very charming young woman—but not even Jane Fairfax is perfect. She has a fault. She has not the open temper which a man would wish for in a wife."
"Yes, very soon. He gave me a quiet hint; I told him he was mistaken; he asked my pardon and said no more. Cole does not want to be wiser or wittier than his neighbours."
"Jane Fairfax has feeling,"
"I do not accuse her of want of feeling. Her sensibilities, I suspect, are strong—and her temper excellent in its power of forbearance, patience, self-control; but it wants openness. She is reserved, more reserved, I think, than she used to be— And I love an open temper. No— till Cole alluded to my supposed attachment, it had never entered my head. I saw Jane Fairfax and conversed with her, with admiration and pleasure always—but with no thought beyond."
Jane Fairfax received attentions from Mrs. Elton which nobody else paid her.
"I hope you did not venture far, Miss Fairfax, this morning, or I am sure you must have been wet.—We scarcely got home in time. I hope you turned directly."
"Yes,"
"there is a likeness. I know what you mean— but Emma's hand is the strongest."
"I do not admire it,"
"It is too small —wants strength. It is like a woman's writing."
"Oh! when a gallant young man, like Mr. Frank Churchill,"
"writes to a fair lady like Miss Woodhouse, he will, of course, put forth his best."
"Yes,"
"it is Randalls that does it all."
"No,"
"that need not be the consequence. Let them be sent to Donwell. I shall certainly be at leisure."
it had been unpardonable rudeness;
"They aimed at wounding more than Harriet,"
"Emma, why is it that they are your enemies?"
"She ought not to be angry with you, I suspect, whatever he may be.—To that surmise, you say nothing, of course; but confess, Emma, that you did want him to marry Harriet."
"I shall not scold you. I leave you to your own reflections."
"Not your vain spirit, but your serious spirit.—If one leads you wrong, I am sure the other tells you of it."
"And, in return for your acknowledging so much, I will do you the justice to say, that you would have chosen for him better than he has chosen for himself.—Harriet Smith has some first-rate qualities, which Mrs. Elton is totally without. An unpretending, single-minded, artless girl— infinitely to be preferred by any man of sense and taste to such a woman as Mrs. Elton. I found Harriet more conversable than I expected."
"Whom are you going to dance with?"
"Will you?"
"Brother and sister! no, indeed."
That Emma was his object appeared indisputable. Every thing declared it; his own attentions, his father's hints, his mother-in-law's guarded silence; it was all in unison; words, conduct, discretion, and indiscretion, told the same story.
suspect him of some inclination to trifle with Jane Fairfax.
He could not understand it; but there were symptoms of intelligence between them— he thought so at least —symptoms of admiration on his side, which, having once observed, he could not persuade himself to think entirely void of meaning, however he might wish to escape any of Emma's errors of imagination.