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Patterns of Diction in Jane Austen's Major Novels

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“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! my dear Lydia,”
“when shall we meet again?”
“Oh, lord! I don't know. Not these two or three years, perhaps.”
“Write to me very often, my dear.”
“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.”
“He is as fine a fellow,”
He simpers, and smirks, and makes love to us all. I am prodigiously proud of him. I defy even Sir William Lucas himself to produce a more valuable son-in-law.”
“I often think,”
“that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.”
“This is the consequence, you see, Madam, of marrying a daughter,”
“It must make you better satisfied that your other four are single.”
“It is no such thing. Lydia does not leave me because she is married, but only because her husband's regiment happens to be so far off. If that had been nearer, she would not have gone so soon.”
“Well, well, and so Mr. Bingley is coming down, sister,”
“Well, so much the better. Not that I care about it, though. He is nothing to us, you know, and I am sure I never want to see him again. But, however, he is very welcome to come to Netherfield, if he likes it. And who knows what may happen? But that is nothing to us. You know, sister, we agreed long ago never to mention a word about it. And so, is it quite certain he is coming?”
capable of coming there with no other view than what was acknowledged;
the greater probability of his coming there with his friend's permission, or being bold enough to come without it.
“Yet it is hard,”
“that this poor man cannot come to a house which he has legally hired, without raising all this speculation! I will leave him to himself.”
In spite of what her sister declared, and really believed to be her feelings in the expectation of his arrival,
her spirits were affected by it.
They were more disturbed, more unequal, than she had often seen them.
“As soon as ever Mr. Bingley comes, my dear,”
“you will wait on him of course.”
“No, no. You forced me into visiting him last year, and promised, if I went to see him, he should marry one of my daughters. But it ended in nothing, and I will not be sent on a fool's errand again.”
how absolutely necessary such an attention would be from all the neighbouring gentlemen, on his returning to Netherfield.
“'Tis an etiquette I despise,”
"If he wants our society, let him seek it. He knows where we live. I will not spend my hours in running after my neighbours every time they go away and come back again.”
“Well, all I know is, that it will be abominably rude if you do not wait on him. But, however, that shan't prevent my asking him to dine here, I am determined. We must have Mrs. Long and the Gouldings soon. That will make thirteen with ourselves, so there will be just room at table for him.”
though it was very mortifying to know that her neighbours might all see Mr. Bingley, in consequence of it, before they did.
“I begin to be sorry that he comes at all,”
“It would be nothing; I could see him with perfect indifference, but I can hardly bear to hear it thus perpetually talked of. My mother means well; but she does not know, no one can know, how much I suffer from what she says. Happy shall I be, when his stay at Netherfield is over!”
“I wish I could say anything to comfort you,”
“but it is wholly out of my power. You must feel it; and the usual satisfaction of preaching patience to a sufferer is denied me, because you have always so much.”
“There is a gentleman with him, mamma,”
“who can it be?”

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