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Patterns of Diction in Jane Austen's Major Novels

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all the glories of the camp — its tents stretched forth in beauteous uniformity of lines, crowded with the young and the gay, and dazzling with scarlet; and, to complete the view,
herself seated beneath a tent, tenderly flirting with at least six officers at once.
Lydia's going to Brighton
her husband's never intending to go there himself.
for the felicity of her daughter,
she should not miss the opportunity of enjoying herself as much as possible —
they were just returned from the library, where such and such officers had attended them, and where she had seen such beautiful ornaments as made her quite wild; that she had a new gown, or a new parasol, which she would have described more fully, but was obliged to leave off in a violent hurry, as Mrs. Forster called her, and they were going off to the camp;
as the only security for her husband's not being killed in a duel.
her daughter would be married was enough.
to all the particulars of calico, muslin, and cambric,
some very plentiful orders,
besides, it was such a pity that Lydia should be taken from a regiment where she was acquainted with everybody, and had so many favourites.
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.
how absolutely necessary such an attention would be from all the neighbouring gentlemen, on his returning to Netherfield.
though it was very mortifying to know that her neighbours might all see Mr. Bingley, in consequence of it, before they did.
to be civil to him only as Mr. Bingley's friend,
to dine at Longbourn in a few days time.
anything less than two courses could be good enough for a man
or satisfy the appetite and pride of one who had ten thousand a year.
their carriage was unluckily ordered before any of the others,
no opportunity of detaining them.
she would get him at last;
Two obstacles of the five being thus removed,
Bingley was every thing that was charming, except the professed lover of her daughter.
unless when some barbarous neighbour, who could not be enough detested, had given him an invitation to dinner which he thought himself obliged to accept.
they never sat there after dinner,
to take some refreshment;
why Lady Catherine would not come in again and rest herself.
she had rather stay at home.