Obstinate, Headstrong Girl!

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.

Mr. Bennet, How Can You Abuse Your Own Children In Such A Way? You Take Delight In Vexing Me. You Have No Compassion For My Poor Nerves." "you Mistake Me, My Dear. I Have A High Respect For Your Nerves. They Are My Old Friends. I Have Heard You Mention Them With Consideration These Last Twenty Years At Least.

An Interval Of Meditation, Serious And Grateful, Was The Best Corrective Of Everything Dangerous In Such A High-wrought Felicity; And She Went To Her Room, And Grew Steadfast And Fearless In The Thankfulness Of Her Enjoyment.

My Object Then," Replied Darcy, "was To Show You, By Every Civility In My Power, That I Was Not So Mean As To Resent The Past; And I Hoped To Obtain Your Forgiveness, To Lessen Your Ill Opinion, By Letting You See That Your Reproofs Had Been Attended To. How Soon Any Other Wishes Introduced Themselves I Can Hardly Tell, But I Believe In About Half An Hour After I Had Seen You.

We Live At Home, Quiet, Confined, And Our Feelings Prey Upon Us.