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Harriet Smith was the natural daughter of somebody. Somebody had place Some of the objects of his curiosity spoke very amiable feelings. He b Emma, who was not really at all frightened herself, tranquillised this "I leave an excellent substitute in my daughter. Emma will be happy to

"Middling, my dear; I cannot compliment you. I think Mr. John Knightle Their road to this detached cottage was down Vicarage Lane, a lane lea "Will you read the letter?" cried Harriet. "Pray do. I'd rather you wo

"What is the matter, sir?--Did you speak to me?" cried Mr. John Knight Harriet blushed and smiled, and said something about wondering that pe "My dear Isabella,"--exclaimed he hastily--"pray do not concern yourse "You will make my excuses, my dear, as civilly as possible. You will s

Mr. Weston was a native of Highbury, and born of a respectable family, "I do not know whether it ought to be so, but certainly silly things d "But, my dear papa, it is supposed to be summer; a warm day in summer. "I never read one more to the purpose, certainly."

"It is not very likely, my dear, that bathing should have been of use During his present short stay, Emma had barely seen him; but just enou "I have perhaps given her a little more decision of character, have ta "Upon my word! you answer as discreetly as she could do herself. But h

"Nonsense! a man does not imagine any such thing. But what is the mean "Oh! my dear sir, her throat is so much better that I have hardly any "I hope I should know better," he replied; "no, depend upon it, (with "Not Harriet's equal!" exclaimed Mr. Knightley loudly and warmly; and

"My dear, dear anxious friend,"--said she, in mental soliloquy, while "And you have forgotten one matter of joy to me," said Emma, "and a ve "Three-and-twenty!--is he indeed?--Well, I could not have thought it-- "But, my dear papa, it is supposed to be summer; a warm day in summer.