“I smiled, knowing that Elizabeth, even in the worst of her humours, was far better suited to my own disposition. She would scold me, quarrel with me, torment me, tease me and laugh at me as often as may be.I was the happiest man in the world.”
“I smiled, knowing that Elizabeth, even in the worst of her humours, was far better suited to my own disposition. She would scold me, quarrel with me, torment me, tease me and laugh at me as often as may be.I was the happiest man in the world.”
Mary Street
“Elizabeth’s tears had wrung my heart: I longed to enfold her in my arms, to comfort her, but I knewit would be infamous indeed to take such advantage of her distress.”
Mary Street, The Confession of Fitzwilliam Darcy“When left alone with her, I ignored her and kept my eyes on my book, though I confess I turned over more pages than I read.”
Mary Street, The Confession of Fitzwilliam Darcy“Honest men cannot be expected to anticipate the actions of scoundrels.”
Mary Street, The Confession of Fitzwilliam Darcy“I hardened my heart against all the Bennets. - Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.”
Mary Street, The Confession of Fitzwilliam Darcy“Elizabeth was not playing for the sake of exhibiting her virtuosity: she played for joy.”
Mary Street, The Confession of Fitzwilliam Darcy“When I left, Lydia was prattling about new clothes for her wedding and expressing her ownsatisfaction that she, the youngest of the Bennet sisters, would be the first of them to be married.Wickham smiled indulgently and said pretty things to her. I, disgusted with them both, was persuaded they deserved each other.”
Mary Street, The Confession of Fitzwilliam Darcy“I smiled, knowing that Elizabeth, even in the worst of her humours, was far better suited to my own disposition. She would scold me, quarrel with me, torment me, tease me and laugh at me as often as may be.I was the happiest man in the world.”
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