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Patterns of Diction in Jane Austen's Major Novels

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if reading could banish the idea for even half an hour, it was something gained.
Either his going had been again delayed, or he had yet procured no opportunity of seeing Miss Crawford alone, or he was too happy for letter-writing!
she could not regret it;
She was ashamed, and she would have been yet more ashamed of her father than of all the rest.
"then by this time it is all settled,"
He must be ashamed and disgusted altogether. He must soon give her up, and cease to have the smallest inclination for the match;
here he had been acting as he ought to do. To be the friend of the poor and the oppressed!
he might have more good qualities than she had been wont to suppose.
but he was and must ever be completely unsuited to her, and ought not to think of her.
her uncle as all that was clever and good, and her aunt as having the sweetest of all sweet tempers.
she had not forced herself into the acknowledged comprehension of one half of his meaning, and encouraged him to say something more of his sister and Edmund.
It was a subject which she must learn to speak of, and the weakness that shrunk from it would soon be quite unpardonable.
he was much more gentle, obliging, and attentive to other people's feelings than he had ever been at Mansfield; she had never seen him so agreeable— so near being agreeable; his behaviour to her father could not offend, and there was something particularly kind and proper in the notice he took of Susan. He was decidedly improved.
but it was not so very bad as she would have expected:
the pleasure of talking of Mansfield was so very great!
To have had him join their family dinner-party, and see all their deficiencies, would have been dreadful! Rebecca's cookery and Rebecca's waiting, and Betsey's eating at table without restraint, and pulling everything about as she chose,
Her poor mother now did not look so very unworthy of being Lady Bertram's sister as she was but too apt to look.
where nature had made so little difference, circumstances should have made so much, and
her mother, as handsome as Lady Bertram, and some years her junior, should have an appearance so much more worn and faded, so comfortless, so slatternly, so shabby.
"No; not quite a month. It is only four weeks to-morrow since I left Mansfield."
"I did not arrive here till Tuesday evening."
"Yes. My uncle talked of two months. I suppose it will not be less."
"I do not know. I have heard nothing about it yet from my aunt. Perhaps I may be to stay longer. It may not be convenient for me to be fetched exactly at the two months' end."
"I advise! You know very well what is right."
"Oh, no! do not say so. We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be. Good-bye; I wish you a pleasant journey to-morrow."
"Nothing; I am much obliged to you."
"My love to your sister, if you please; and when you see my cousin, my cousin Edmund, I wish you would be so good as to say that I suppose I shall soon hear from him."
It was parting with somebody of the nature of a friend; and though, in one light, glad to have him gone, it seemed as if she was now deserted by everybody; it was a sort of renewed separation from Mansfield;
his being astonishingly more gentle and regardful of others than formerly.
And, if in little things, must it not be so in great? So anxious for her health and comfort, so very feeling as he now expressed himself, and really seemed, might not it be fairly supposed that he would not much longer persevere in a suit so distressing to her?
The only certainty to be drawn from it was, that nothing decisive had yet taken place. Edmund had not yet spoken.
How Miss Crawford really felt, how she meant to act, or might act without or against her meaning; whether his importance to her were quite what it had been before the last separation; whether, if lessened, it were likely to lessen more, or to recover itself,
Miss Crawford, after proving herself cooled and staggered by a return to London habits, would yet prove herself in the end too much attached to him to give him up. She would try to be more ambitious than her heart would allow. She would hesitate, she would tease, she would condition, she would require a great deal, but she would finally accept.
A house in town— that,
must be impossible. Yet there was no saying what Miss Crawford might not ask. The prospect for her cousin grew worse and worse. The woman who could speak of him, and speak only of his appearance! What an unworthy attachment! To be deriving support from the commendations of Mrs. Fraser! She who had known him intimately half a year!
Whether Mr. Crawford went into Norfolk before or after the 14th was certainly no concern of hers, though, everything considered,
he would go without delay. That Miss Crawford should endeavour to secure a meeting between him and Mrs. Rushworth, was all in her worst line of conduct, and grossly unkind and ill-judged; but
he would not be actuated by any such degrading curiosity. He acknowledged no such inducement, and his sister ought to have given him credit for better feelings than her own.
If Mr. Crawford remembered her message to her cousin,
it very likely, most likely, that he would write to her at all events; it would be most consistent with his usual kindness;
Suspense must be submitted to, and must not be allowed to wear her out, and make her useless.
it was not wrong;
when her own release from Portsmouth came, her happiness would have a material drawback in leaving Susan behind. That a girl so capable of being made everything good should be left in such hands,
Were she likely to have a home to invite her to, what a blessing it would be!
And had it been possible for her to return Mr. Crawford's regard, the probability of his being very far from objecting to such a measure would have been the greatest increase of all her own comforts.
he was really good-tempered, and could fancy his entering into a plan of that sort most pleasantly.
"I never will, no, I certainly never will wish for a letter again,"
"What do they bring but disappointment and sorrow? Not till after Easter! How shall I bear it? And my poor aunt talking of me every hour!"
Sir Thomas was quite unkind, both to her aunt and to herself.
"There is no good in this delay,"

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