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Patterns of Diction in Jane Austen's Major Novels


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"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!"
"How odd, indeed!"
"If she had not known him to be in town she would not have written to him, as she did; she would have written to Combe Magna; and if he is in town, how odd that he should neither come nor write! Oh! my dear mother, you must be wrong in permitting an engagement between a daughter so young, a man so little known, to be carried on in so doubtful, so mysterious a manner! I long to inquire; and how will MY interference be borne."
"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!"
"At any rate,"
"I dare say we shall have Sir John and Lady Middleton in town by the end of next week."
"And now,"
"she will write to Combe by this day's post."
"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."
"Depend upon it, he will call again tomorrow."
"For me!"
"It is indeed for Mrs. Jennings; how provoking!"
"You are expecting a letter, then?"
"Yes, a little — not much."
"You have no confidence in me, Marianne."
"Nay, Elinor, this reproach from YOU — you who have confidence in no one!"
"indeed, Marianne, I have nothing to tell."
"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."
"Did you?"
"I do not know."
"It cannot be generally known,"
"for her own family do not know it."
"How can that be? By whom can you have heard it mentioned?"
"Good heavens!"
"he is there — he is there — Oh! why does he not look at me? why cannot I speak to him?"
"Pray, pray be composed,"
"and do not betray what you feel to every body present. Perhaps he has not observed you yet."
"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."
"How can that be done? No, my dearest Marianne, you must wait. This is not the place for explanations. Wait only till tomorrow."
"Marianne, may I ask-?"
"No, Elinor,"
"ask nothing; you will soon know all."