Every Moment Had Its Pleasure And Its

Nothing Ever Fatigues Me, But Doing What I Do Not Like.

What Wild Imaginations One Forms Where Dear Self Is Concerned! How Sure To Be Mistaken!

I Am Come, Young Ladies, In A Very Moralizing Strain, To Observe That Our Pleasures Of This World Are Always To Be For, And That We Often Purchase Them At A Great Disadvantage, Giving Readi-monied Actual Happiness For A Draft On The Future, That May Not Be Honoured.

I Might As Well Enquire,” Replied She, “why With So Evident A Design Of Offending And Insulting Me, You Chose To Tell Me That You Liked Me Against Your Will, Against Your Reason, And Even Against Your Character?

It Is Your Turn To Say Something Now, Mr. Darcy. I Talked About The Dance, And You Ought To Make Some Kind Of Remark On The Size Of The Room, Or The Number Of Couples.