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Patterns of Diction in Jane Austen's Major Novels

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“Oh! certainly,”
“we will ask you no questions.”
“Thank you,”
“for if you did, I should certainly tell you all, and then Wickham would be angry.”
But to live in ignorance on such a point was impossible; or at least it was impossible not to try for information.
Mr. Darcy had been at her sister's wedding. It was exactly a scene, and exactly among people, where he had apparently least to do, and least temptation to go.
what Lydia had dropt, if it were compatible with the secrecy which had been intended.
“You may readily comprehend,”
“what my curiosity must be to know how a person unconnected with any of us, and (comparatively speaking) a stranger to our family, should have been amongst you at such a time. Pray write instantly, and let me understand it — unless it is, for very cogent reasons, to remain in the secrecy which Lydia seems to think necessary; and then I must endeavour to be satisfied with ignorance.”
“Not that I shall though,”
“and my dear aunt, if you do not tell me in an honourable manner, I shall certainly be reduced to tricks and stratagems to find it out.”
till it appeared whether her inquiries would receive any satisfaction, she had rather be without a confidante.
what Mr. Darcy might have been doing to forward her sister's match,
as an exertion of goodness too great to be probable,
from the pain of obligation, were proved beyond their greatest extent to be true! He had followed them purposely to town, he had taken on himself all the trouble and mortification attendant on such a research; in which supplication had been necessary to a woman whom he must abominate and despise, and where he was reduced to meet, frequently meet, reason with, persuade, and finally bribe, the man whom he always most wished to avoid, and whose very name it was punishment to him to pronounce. He had done all this for a girl whom he could neither regard nor esteem.
he had done it for her.
even her vanity was insufficient, when required to depend on his affection for her — for a woman who had already refused him — as able to overcome a sentiment so natural as abhorrence against relationship with Wickham.
Brother-in-law of Wickham! Every kind of pride must revolt from the connection.
He had, to be sure, done much. She was ashamed to think how much. But he had given a reason for his interference, which asked no extraordinary stretch of belief. It was reasonable that he should feel he had been wrong; he had liberality, and he had the means of exercising it; and though she would not place herself as his principal inducement,
remaining partiality for her, might assist his endeavours in a cause where her peace of mind must be materially concerned. It was painful, exceedingly painful, to know that they were under obligations to a person who could never receive a return. They owed the restoration of Lydia, her character, every thing, to him.
Oh! how heartily did she grieve over every ungracious sensation she had ever encouraged, every saucy speech she had ever directed towards him.
in a cause of compassion and honour, he had been able to get the better of himself.
“You certainly do,”
“but it does not follow that the interruption must be unwelcome.”
“True. Are the others coming out?”
“Yes, she did.”
“That
and
she was afraid
At such a distance as that, you know, things are strangely misrepresented.”
“Perhaps preparing for his marriage with Miss de Bourgh,”
“It must be something particular, to take him there at this time of year.”
“Yes; he introduced us to his sister.”
“Very much.”
“I dare say she will; she has got over the most trying age.”
“I do not recollect that we did.”
“How should you have liked making sermons?”
“I have heard
from authority, which I thought as good,
that
“I did hear,
too,
that
that
and
that
“Come, Mr. Wickham, we are brother and sister, you know. Do not let us quarrel about the past. In future, I hope we shall be always of one mind.”
she had said enough to keep him quiet.
“Oh, lord! I don't know. Not these two or three years, perhaps.”
“As often as I can. But you know married women have never much time for writing. My sisters may write to me. They will have nothing else to do.”