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Patterns of Diction in Jane Austen's Major Novels

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“It comes on faster and faster!”
“There are four umbrellas up already. How I hate the sight of an umbrella!”
“It was such a nice-looking morning! I felt so convinced it would be dry!”
if it still kept on raining another five minutes, she would give up the matter as hopeless.
“I do not quite despair yet. I shall not give it up till a quarter after twelve. This is just the time of day for it to clear up, and I do think it looks a little lighter. There, it is twenty minutes after twelve, and now I shall give it up entirely. Oh! That we had such weather here as they had at Udolpho, or at least in Tuscany and the south of France! — the night that poor St. Aubin died! — such beautiful weather!”
“Isabella, my brother, and Mr. Thorpe, I declare! They are coming for me perhaps — but I shall not go — I cannot go indeed, for you know Miss Tilney may still call.”
“Make haste! Make haste!”
“Put on your hat this moment — there is no time to be lost — we are going to Bristol. How d’ye do, Mrs. Allen?”
“To Bristol! Is not that a great way off? But, however, I cannot go with you today, because I am engaged; I expect some friends every moment.”
“My sweetest Catherine, is not this delightful? We shall have a most heavenly drive. You are to thank your brother and me for the scheme; it darted into our heads at breakfast-time, I verily believe at the same instant; and we should have been off two hours ago if it had not been for this detestable rain. But it does not signify, the nights are moonlight, and we shall do delightfully. Oh! I am in such ecstasies at the thoughts of a little country air and quiet! So much better than going to the Lower Rooms. We shall drive directly to Clifton and dine there; and, as soon as dinner is over, if there is time for it, go on to Kingsweston.”
“I doubt our being able to do so much,”
“You croaking fellow!”
“We shall be able to do ten times more. Kingsweston! Aye, and Blaize Castle too, and anything else we can hear of; but here is your sister says she will not go.”
“Blaize Castle!”
“What is that’?”
“The finest place in England — worth going fifty miles at any time to see.”
“What, is it really a castle, an old castle?”
“The oldest in the kingdom.”
“But is it like what one reads of?”
“Exactly — the very same.”
“But now really — are there towers and long galleries?”
“By dozens.”
“Then I should like to see it; but I cannot — I cannot go.
“Not go! My beloved creature, what do you mean’?”
“I cannot go, because”
“I expect Miss Tilney and her brother to call on me to take a country walk. They promised to come at twelve, only it rained; but now, as it is so fine, I dare say they will be here soon.”
“Not they indeed,”
“for, as we turned into Broad Street, I saw them — does he not drive a phaeton with bright chestnuts?”
“I do not know indeed.”
“Yes, I know he does; I saw him. You are talking of the man you danced with last night, are not you?”
“Yes.
“Well, I saw him at that moment turn up the Lansdown Road, driving a smart-looking girl.”
“Did you indeed?”
“Did upon my soul; knew him again directly, and he seemed to have got some very pretty cattle too.”
“It is very odd! But I suppose they thought it would be too dirty for a walk.”
“And well they might, for I never saw so much dirt in my life. Walk! You could no more walk than you could fly! It has not been so dirty the whole winter; it is ankle-deep everywhere.”
“My dearest Catherine, you cannot form an idea of the dirt; come, you must go; you cannot refuse going now.”
“I should like to see the castle; but may we go all over it? May we go up every staircase, and into every suite of rooms?”
“Yes, yes, every hole and corner.”
“But then, if they should only be gone out for an hour till it is dryer, and call by and by?”
“Make yourself easy, there is no danger of that, for I heard
Tilney hallooing
to a man who was just passing by on horseback,
that
“Then I will. Shall I go, Mrs. Allen?”
the Tilneys had acted quite well by her, in so readily giving up their engagement, without sending her any message of excuse. It was now but an hour later than the time fixed on for the beginning of their walk;
they might have gone with very little inconvenience.
“Who is that girl who looked at you so hard as she went by?”
“Who? Where?”
“On the right-hand pavement — she must be almost out of sight now.”