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Title: The novels and letters of Jane Austen
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Austen, Jane, 1775-1817 Johnson, R. Brimley (Reginald Brimley), 1867-1932
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Publisher: New York : F.S. Holby
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
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. Shehad obtained private intelligence that Mr. Darcydid not wish for cards; and Mr Hurst soonfound even his open petition rejected. She as-sured him that no one intended to play, and thesilence of the whole party on the subject seemedto justify her. Mr Hurst had therefore noth-ing to do, but to stretch himself on one of thesofas and go to sleep. Darcy took up a book;Miss Bingley did the same; and Mrs Hurst,principally occupied in playing with her brace-lets and rings, joined now and then in herbrothers conversation with Miss Bennet. Miss Bingleys attention was quite as muchengaged in watching Mr Darcys progress)through his book, as in reading her own; andshe was perpetually either making some inquiry,or looking at his page. She could not win him,however, to any conversation; he merely an-swered her question, and read on. At length,quite exhausted by the attempt to be amusedwith her own book, which she had only chosen(82) He then sat down beside her, and talked scarcely to anyone else
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y^.^v^^.S^F PRIDE AND PREJUDICE because it was the second volume of his, she gaveI great yawn and said, How pleasant it is tospend an evening in this way! I declare afterill there is no enjoyment like reading! Howmuch sooner one tires of anything than of abook!—When I have a house of my own, I shallbe miserable if I have not an excellent library. No one made any reply. She then yawnedagain, threw aside her book, and cast her eyesround the room in quest of some amusement;when hearing her brother mentioning a ball toMiss Bennet, she turned suddenly towards himand said— By the bye, Charles, are you really seriousin meditating a dance at Netherfield?—I wealdadvise you, before you determine on it, to con-sult the wishes of the present party; I am muchmistaken if there are not some among us towhom a ball would be rather a punishment thana pleasure. If you mean Darcy, cried her brother, hemay go to bed, if he chooses, before it begins—•mt as for the ball, it is quite a settled thin

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