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Patterns of Diction in Jane Austen's Major Novels

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"Is that Fanny's hair? I remember her promising to give you some. But I should have thought her hair had been darker."
"A dance!"
"Impossible! Who is to dance?"
"What do you mean?"
"Certainly."
"Oh, Edward! How can you? — But the time will come I hope...I am sure you will like him."
"Why should they ask us?"
"The rent of this cottage is said to be low; but we have it on very hard terms, if we are to dine at the park whenever any one is staying either with them, or with us."
"Yet I hardly know how,"
"unless it had been under totally different circumstances. But this is the usual way of heightening alarm, where there is nothing to be alarmed at in reality."
"Your Ladyship will have the goodness to excuse ME — you know I detest cards. I shall go to the piano-forte; I have not touched it since it was tuned."
"I thank you, ma'am, sincerely thank you,"
"your invitation has insured my gratitude for ever, and it would give me such happiness, yes, almost the greatest happiness I am capable of, to be able to accept it. But my mother, my dearest, kindest mother, — I feel the justice of what Elinor has urged, and if she were to be made less happy, less comfortable by our absence — Oh! no, nothing should tempt me to leave her. It should not, must not be a struggle."
"If Elinor is frightened away by her dislike of Mrs. Jennings,"
"at least it need not prevent MY accepting her invitation. I have no such scruples, and I am sure I could put up with every unpleasantness of that kind with very little effort."
"I am NOT going to write to my mother,"
"Oh, Elinor, it is Willoughby, indeed it is!"
"Has no letter been left here for me since we went out?"
"Are you quite sure of it?"
"Are you certain that no servant, no porter has left any letter or note?"
"How very odd!"
"That is true,"
"I had not thought of that. This weather will keep many sportsmen in the country."
"It is charming weather for THEM indeed,"
"How much they must enjoy it! But"
"it cannot be expected to last long. At this time of the year, and after such a series of rain, we shall certainly have very little more of it. Frosts will soon set in, and in all probability with severity. In another day or two perhaps; this extreme mildness can hardly last longer — nay, perhaps it may freeze tonight!"
"Don't you find it colder than it was in the morning, Elinor? There seems to me a very decided difference. I can hardly keep my hands warm even in my muff. It was not so yesterday, I think. The clouds seem parting too, the sun will be out in a moment, and we shall have a clear afternoon."
"Good God!"
"he has been here while we were out."
"For me!"
"It is indeed for Mrs. Jennings; how provoking!"
"Yes, a little — not much."
"Nay, Elinor, this reproach from YOU — you who have confidence in no one!"
"Nor I,"
"our situations then are alike. We have neither of us any thing to tell; you, because you do not communicate, and I, because I conceal nothing."
"Invited!"
"Good heavens!"
"he is there — he is there — Oh! why does he not look at me? why cannot I speak to him?"
"Good God! Willoughby, what is the meaning of this? Have you not received my letters? Will you not shake hands with me?"
"But have you not received my notes?"
"Here is some mistake I am sure — some dreadful mistake. What can be the meaning of it? Tell me, Willoughby; for heaven's sake tell me, what is the matter?"
"Go to him, Elinor,"
"and force him to come to me. Tell him I must see him again — must speak to him instantly. — I cannot rest — I shall not have a moment's peace till this is explained — some dreadful misapprehension or other. — Oh go to him this moment."
"No, Elinor,"
"ask nothing; you will soon know all."
"Poor Elinor! how unhappy I make you!"
"Oh! Elinor, I am miserable, indeed,"
"Exert yourself, dear Marianne,"
"if you would not kill yourself and all who love you. Think of your mother; think of her misery while YOU suffer: for her sake you must exert yourself."
"I cannot, I cannot,"

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