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Pride and Prejudice

“As often as I can. But you know married women

have never much time for writing. My sisters may write

to me. They will have nothing else to do.”

Mr. Wickham’s adieus were much more affectionate

than his wife’s. He smiled, looked handsome, and said

many pretty things.

“He is as fine a fellow,” said Mr. Bennet, as soon as

they were out of the house, “as ever I saw. He simpers,

and smirks, and makes love to us all. I am prodigiously

proud of him. I defy even Sir William Lucas himself to

produce a more valuable son-in-law.”

The loss of her daughter made Mrs. Bennet very dull

for several days.

“I often think,” said she, “that there is nothing so

bad as parting with one’s friends. One seems so forlorn

without them.”

“This is the consequence, you see, Madam, of

marrying a daughter,” said Elizabeth. “It must make you

better satisfied that your other four are single.”

“It is no such thing. Lydia does not leave me

because she is married, but only because her husband’s

regiment happens to be so far off. If that had been

nearer, she would not have gone so soon.”

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