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I give you joy of having left Winchester. Now you may own how miserable you were there; now it will gradually all come out, your crimes and your miseries — how often you went up by the Mail to London and threw away fifty guineas at a tavern, and how often you were on the point of hanging yourself, restrained only, as some ill-natured aspersion upon poor old Winton has it, by the want of a tree within some miles of the city.
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The General has got the gout, and Mrs. Maitland the jaundice. Miss Debary, Susan, and Sally, all in black, but without any stature, made their appearance, and I was as civil to them as their bad breath would allow me.
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Posted by: Marianna Mansueto
And, for as much as she had no reason to suppose that his eyes would rest upon her whilst she spoke, Anne felt that is was absolutely impossible, knowing him as she knew him, imagining that even he coudln't remember.
from the book "" by Jane Austen
Posted by: Marianna Mansueto
[...] that he had meant to forget her, and believed it to be done. He had imagined himself indifferent, when he had only been angry; and he had been unjust to her merits, because he had been a sufferer from them.
from the book "" by Jane Austen
Posted by: Gre<3
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In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
from the book "" by Jane Austen
Posted by: Marianna Mansueto
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I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind! But vanity, not love, has been my folly.
from the book "" by Jane Austen
Posted by: Marianna Mansueto
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She attracted him more than he liked.
from the book "" by Jane Austen
Posted by: superelenuzza5
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I think you are capable of great nobility and kindness towards a wife, I believe you capable of every sacrifice and of great tollerance in conjugal life, until, you have an end, I mean to say that the woman you love lives and lives for you. I only lay claim to one priviledge of my sex (and it is not an enviable priviledge, it is not the case for you to have it for yourselves) and it is that of longer than when life and hope have gone.
from the book "" by Jane Austen
Posted by: Amy Pond (:
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One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering.
from the book "" by Jane Austen