How Much I Love Every Thing That

Well, My Dear," Said Mr. Bennet, When Elizabeth Had Read The Note Aloud, "if Your Daughter Should Have A Dangerous Fit Of Illness—if She Should Die, It Would Be A Comfort To Know That It Was All In Pursuit Of Mr. Bingley, And Under Your Orders.

Family Connexions Were Always Worth Preserving, Good Company Always Worth Seeking.

How Can I Dispose Of Myself With It?

Mr. Knightley, If I Have Not Spoken, It Is Because I Am Afraid I Will Awaken Myself From This Dream.

I Know So Many Who Have Married In The Full Expectation And Confidence Of Some One Particular Advantage In The Connection, Or Accomplishment, Or Good Quality In The Person, Who Have Found Themselves Entirely Deceived, And Been Obliged To Put Up With Exactly The Reverse. What Is This But A Take In?