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Fine Dancing, I Believe, Like Virtue, Must Be Its Own Reward.

A Natural Sequel Of An Unnatural Beginning.

She Was Not Often Invited To Join In The Conversation Of The Others, Nor Did She Desire It. Her Own Thoughts And Reflections Were Habitually Her Best Companions.

Nay," Cried Bingley, "this Is Too Much, To Remember At Night All The Foolish Things That Were Said In The Morning.

Books--oh! No. I Am Sure We Never Read The Same, Or Not With The Same Feelings." "i Am Sorry You Think So; But If That Be The Case, There Can At Least Be No Want Of Subject. We May Compare Our Different Opinions.