I Do Not Find It Easy To

Do You Dance, Mr. Darcy?" Darcy: "not If I Can Help It!" Sir William: "what A Charming Amusement For Young People This Is, Mr. Darcy! There Is Nothing Like Dancing, After All. I Consider It As One Of The First Refinements Of Polished Societies." Mr. Darcy: "certainly, Sir; And It Has The Advantage Also Of Being In Vogue Amongst The Less Polished Societies Of The World; Every Savage Can Dance.

..that Sanguine Expectation Of Happiness Which Is Happiness Itself

She Tried To Explain The Real State Of The Case To Her Sister. "i Do Not Attempt To Deny," Said She, "that I Think Very Highly Of Him--that I Greatly Esteem, That I Like Him." Marianne Here Burst With Forth With Indignation: "esteem Him! Like Him! Cold-hearted Elinor. Oh! Worse Than Cold-hearted! Ashamed Of Being Otherwise. Use Those Words Again, And I Will Leave The Room This Moment." Elinor Could Not Help Laughing. "excuse Me," Said She, "and Be Assured That I Meant No Offence To You, By Speaking, In So Quiet A Way, Of My Own Feelings.

If People Like To Read Their Books, It Is All Very Well, But To Be At So Much Trouble In Filling Great Volumes, Which, As I Used To Think, Nobody Would Willingly Ever Look Into, To Be Labouring Only For The Torment Of Little Boys And Girls, Always Struck Me As A Hard Fate.

My Ideas Flow So Rapidly That I Have Not Time To Express Them──by Which Means My Letters Sometimes Convey No Ideas At All To My Correspondents.