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Patterns of Diction in Jane Austen's Major Novels

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“Catherine grows quite a good-looking girl — she is almost pretty today,”
“I beg, Catherine, you will always wrap yourself up very warm about the throat, when you come from the rooms at night; and I wish you would try to keep some account of the money you spend; I will give you this little book on purpose.”
“I wish you could dance, my dear — I wish you could get a partner.”
“It would have been very shocking to have it torn,”
“would not it? It is such a delicate muslin. For my part I have not seen anything I like so well in the whole room, I assure you.”
“Yes, my dear,”
“it is very uncomfortable indeed.”
“Aye, so we do. That is very disagreeable. I wish we had a large acquaintance here.”
“Very true, my dear; and if we knew anybody we would join them directly. The Skinners were here last year — I wish they were here now.”
“No more there are, indeed. How very provoking! But I think we had better sit still, for one gets so tumbled in such a crowd! How is my head, my dear? Somebody gave me a push that has hurt it, I am afraid.”
“I don’t, upon my word — I wish I did. I wish I had a large acquaintance here with all my heart, and then I should get you a partner. I should be so glad to have you dance. There goes a strange-looking woman! What an odd gown she has got on! How old-fashioned it is! Look at the back.”
“Well, Miss Morland,”
“I hope you have had an agreeable ball.”
“I wish she had been able to dance,”
“I wish we could have got a partner for her. I have been saying how glad I should be if the Skinners were here this winter instead of last; or if the Parrys had come, as they talked of once, she might have danced with George Parry. I am so sorry she has not had a partner!”
“We shall do better another evening I hope,”
“My dear Catherine,”
“do take this pin out of my sleeve; I am afraid it has torn a hole already; I shall be quite sorry if it has, for this is a favourite gown, though it cost but nine shillings a yard.”
“Do you understand muslins, sir?”
“Men commonly take so little notice of those things,”
“I can never get Mr. Allen to know one of my gowns from another. You must be a great comfort to your sister, sir.”
“And pray, sir, what do you think of Miss Morland’s gown?”
“I am quite of your opinion, sir,”
“and so I told Miss Morland when she bought it.”
“Bath is a charming place, sir; there are so many good shops here. We are sadly off in the country; not but what we have very good shops in Salisbury, but it is so far to go — eight miles is a long way;
Mr. Allen says
but I am sure it cannot be more than eight; and it is such a fag — I come back tired to death. Now, here one can step out of doors and get a thing in five minutes.”
“What a delightful place Bath is,”
“and how pleasant it would be if we had any acquaintance here.”
“I think, madam, I cannot be mistaken; it is a long time since I had the pleasure of seeing you, but is not your name Allen?”
“Here come my dear girls,”
“My dear Mrs. Allen, I long to introduce them; they will be so delighted to see you: the tallest is Isabella, my eldest; is not she a fine young woman? The others are very much admired too, but I believe Isabella is the handsomest.”
“The very picture of him indeed!”
“I wish we had some acquaintance in Bath!”
“How glad I am we have met with Mrs. Thorpe!”
“I beg your pardon, Miss Morland,”
“for this liberty — but I cannot anyhow get to Miss Thorpe, and
Mrs. Thorpe said
“Well, my dear,”
“I hope you have had an agreeable partner.”
“I am glad of it. John has charming spirits, has not he?”
“Did you meet Mr. Tilney, my dear?”
“He was with us just now, and
said
so I thought perhaps he would ask you, if he met with you.”
“Ah! He has got a partner; I wish he had asked you,”
“he is a very agreeable young man.”
“Indeed he is, Mrs. Allen,”
“I must say it, though I am his mother, that there is not a more agreeable young man in the world.”
“I dare say she thought I was speaking of her son.”

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