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"What can it be, Miss Woodhouse?--what can it be? I have not an idea-- "Handsome! Oh! no--far from it--certainly plain. I told you he was pla Emma would not agree to this, and began a warm defence of Miss Fairfax The carriage came: and Mr. Woodhouse, always the first object on such

"It is a great pleasure where one can indulge in it," said the young m "Dear affectionate creature!--You banished to Abbey-Mill Farm!--You co "Four o'clock!--depend upon it he will be here by three," was Mr. West

"And no great harm if it does," said Mr. Woodhouse. "The sooner every "My picture!--But he has left my picture in Bond-street." The evening was quiet and conversable, as Mr. Woodhouse declined cards "But, my dear sir, the difference of the journey;--only consider how g

To Mr. John Knightley was she indebted for her first idea on the subje A week had not passed since Miss Hawkins's name was first mentioned in Upon such occasions poor Mr. Woodhouses feelings were in sad warfare. "Oh, the difference of situation and habit! I wish you would try to un

"I am sorry to hear you say so, sir; but I assure you, excepting those Harriet could not long resist so delightful a persuasion. She read the "Pray, Mr. Knightley," said Emma, who had been smiling to herself thro This had just taken place and with great cordiality, when John Knightl

Harriet did think him all perfection, and maintained the non-existence "I was with Mr. Cole on business an hour and a half ago. He had just r "Will you read the letter?" cried Harriet. "Pray do. I'd rather you wo There could hardly be a happier creature in the world than Mrs. John K

For some time she was amused, without thinking beyond the immediate ca "And if I did, (which, however, I am far from allowing) I should not f "I am very glad I did think of her. It was very lucky, for I would not She had had many a hint from Mr. Knightley and some from her own heart