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Patterns of Diction in Jane Austen's Major Novels

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Lydia had wanted only encouragement to attach herself to anybody. Sometimes one officer, sometimes another, had been her favourite, as their attentions raised them in her opinion. Her affections had continually been fluctuating but never without an object. The mischief of neglect and mistaken indulgence towards such a girl
Jane could not have been wearied by long expectations.
whether anything had been heard of the fugitives.
of her being perfectly well;
it would all end well, and that every morning would bring some letter, either from Lydia or her father, to explain their proceedings, and, perhaps, announce their marriage.
into the measures which her father had intended to pursue, while in town, for the recovery of his daughter.
She had never heard of his having had any relations, except a father and mother, both of whom had been dead many years. It was possible, however, that some of his companions in the ——shire, might be able to give more information;
had she known nothing of Darcy, she could have borne the dread of Lydia's infamy somewhat better.
It would have spared her,
one sleepless night out of two.
to lose no more time before he wrote.
her thoughts to the obligations which Mr. Gardiner's behaviour laid them all under.
to wait till her father was at leisure to be consulted.
One day's delay,
would be of small importance;
she might think with freedom.
Poor Lydia's situation must, at best, be bad enough; but that it was no worse, she had need to be thankful.
and though, in looking forward, neither rational happiness nor worldly prosperity could be justly expected for her sister, in looking back to what they had feared, only two hours ago, she felt all the advantages of what they had gained.
for, at any rate, there seemed a gulf impassable between them. Had Lydia's marriage been concluded on the most honourable terms, it was not to be supposed that Mr. Darcy would connect himself with a family where, to every other objection would now be added an alliance and relationship of the nearest kind with a man whom he so justly scorned.
The wish of procuring her regard,
could not in rational expectation survive such a blow as this.
What a triumph for him,
could he know that the proposals which she had proudly spurned only four months ago, would now have been most gladly and gratefully received! He was as generous, she doubted not, as the most generous of his sex; but while he was mortal, there must be a triumph.
he was exactly the man who, in disposition and talents, would most suit her. His understanding and temper, though unlike her own, would have answered all her wishes. It was an union that must have been to the advantage of both; by her ease and liveliness, his mind might have been softened, his manners improved; and from his judgement, information, and knowledge of the world, she must have received benefit of greater importance.
But no such happy marriage could now teach the admiring multitude what connubial felicity really was. An union of a different tendency, and precluding the possibility of the other, was soon to be formed in their family.
How Wickham and Lydia were to be supported in tolerable independence,
But how little of permanent happiness could belong to a couple who were only brought together because their passions were stronger than their virtue,
to draw no limits in future to the impudence of an impudent man.
very unable to equal in her replies.
They seemed each of them to have the happiest memories in the world.
Wickham's affection for Lydia
not equal to Lydia's for him.
from the reason of things, that their elopement had been brought on by the strength of her love, rather than by his;
without violently caring for her, he chose to elope with her at all,
his flight was rendered necessary by distress of circumstances; and if that were the case, he was not the young man to resist an opportunity of having a companion.
her dear Wickham
no one was to be put in competition with him. He did every thing best in the world;
he would kill more birds on the first of September, than any body else in the country.
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.
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.