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“FITZWILLIAM DARCY”
If Elizabeth, when Mr. Darcy gave her the letter, did not expect it to tain a renewal of his offers, she had formed no expectation at all of its tents.But such as they were,it may well be supposed how eagerly she went through them,and what a trariety of emotion they excited.Her feelings as she read were scarcely to be defined.With amazement did she first uand that he believed any apology to be in his power;and steadfastly was she persuaded, that he could have ion to give, which a just sense of shame would not ceal.With a strong prejudice against everything he might say,she began his ount of what had happe herfield.She read with an eagerness which hardly left her power ofprehension, and from impatience of knowing what the sentence might bring,was incapable of attending to the sense of the one before her eyes.His belief of her sister’s insensibility she instantly resolved to be false;and his ount of the real, the worst objes to the match, made her too angry to have any wish of doing him justice. He expressed for what he had done which satisfied her;his style was not pe,but haughty.It ride and insolence.
But when this subject was seeded by his ount of Mr. Wickham—when she read with somewhat clearer attention a rtion of events which,if true,must overthrow every cherished opinion of his worth,and which bore s an affinity to his own history of himself—her feelings were yet more acutely painful and more difficult of definition.Astonishment,apprehension,and even horror, oppressed her. She wished to discredit it entirely, repeatedly eximing,“This must be false! This ot be! This must be the grossest falsehood!”—and when she had gohrough the whole letter, though scarcely knowing anything of thest page or two,put it hastily arotesting that she would nard it,that she would never look in it again.
In this perturbed state of mind,with thoughts that could rest on nothing,she walked on;but it would not do;in half a mihe letter was unfolded again,and colleg herself as well as she could,she again began the mortifying perusal of all that rted to Wickham, andmanded herself so far as to examihe meaning of every sentehe ount of his e with the Pemberley family was exactly what he had rted himself;and the kindness of thete Mr.Darcy,though she had not before known its extent,agreed equally well with his own words.So far each recital firmed the other;but when she came to the will, the difference was great.What Wickham had said of the living was fresh in her memory, and as she recalled his very words, it was impossible not to feel that there was gross duplicity on one side or the other; and, for a few moments, she ttered herself that her wishes did not err.But when she read and re-read with the closest attention, the particrs immediately following of Wickham's resigning all pretensions to the living,of his receiving in lieu so siderable a sum as three thousand pounds,again was she forced to hesitate. She put dowter, weighed every circumstah what she meant to be impartiality—deliberated on the probability of each statement—but with little sess. On both sides it was only assertion.Again she read on;but every line proved more clearly that the affair,which she had believed it impossible that any trivance could so represent as to render Mr.Darcy's du it less than infamous,was capable of a turn which must make him entirely meless throughout the whole.
The extravagand general profligacy which he scrupled not toy at Mr.Wickham's charge, exceedingly shocked her;the more so,as she could bring no proof of its injustice.She had never heard of him before his entrao the—shire Militia, in which he had e the persuasion of the young man who,oing him identally in town,had there renewed a slight acquaintance.Of his former way of life nothing had been known ifordshire but what he told himself.As to his real character,had information been in her power,she had never felt a wish of inquiring. His tenance, voice, and manner had established him at on the possession of every virtue. She tried to recollee instance of goodness,some distinguished trait of iy or benevolehat might rescue him from the attar.Darcy;or at least,by the predominance of virtue, atone for those casual errors under which she would endeavour to ss what Mr.Darcy had described as the idleness and viany years' tinua no such recolle befriended her. She could see him instantly before her,in every charm of air and address;but she could remember no more substantial good than the general approbation of the neighbourhood, and the regard which his social powers had gained him in the mess.After pausing on this point a siderable while, she once more tio read. But, s! the story which followed, of his designs on Miss Darcy, received some firmation from what had passed between el Fitzwilliam and herself only the m before;and atst she was referred for the truth of every particr to el Fitzwilliam himself—from whom she had previously received the information of his near in all his cousin's affairs, and whose character she had no reason to question. At oime she had almost resolved on applying to him,but the idea was checked by the awkwardness of the application, and at length wholly banished by the vi that Mr.Darcy would never have hazarded such a proposal,if he had not been well assured of his cousin's corroboration.快眼看书小说阅读_www.bookcu.com
If Elizabeth, when Mr. Darcy gave her the letter, did not expect it to tain a renewal of his offers, she had formed no expectation at all of its tents.But such as they were,it may well be supposed how eagerly she went through them,and what a trariety of emotion they excited.Her feelings as she read were scarcely to be defined.With amazement did she first uand that he believed any apology to be in his power;and steadfastly was she persuaded, that he could have ion to give, which a just sense of shame would not ceal.With a strong prejudice against everything he might say,she began his ount of what had happe herfield.She read with an eagerness which hardly left her power ofprehension, and from impatience of knowing what the sentence might bring,was incapable of attending to the sense of the one before her eyes.His belief of her sister’s insensibility she instantly resolved to be false;and his ount of the real, the worst objes to the match, made her too angry to have any wish of doing him justice. He expressed for what he had done which satisfied her;his style was not pe,but haughty.It ride and insolence.
But when this subject was seeded by his ount of Mr. Wickham—when she read with somewhat clearer attention a rtion of events which,if true,must overthrow every cherished opinion of his worth,and which bore s an affinity to his own history of himself—her feelings were yet more acutely painful and more difficult of definition.Astonishment,apprehension,and even horror, oppressed her. She wished to discredit it entirely, repeatedly eximing,“This must be false! This ot be! This must be the grossest falsehood!”—and when she had gohrough the whole letter, though scarcely knowing anything of thest page or two,put it hastily arotesting that she would nard it,that she would never look in it again.
In this perturbed state of mind,with thoughts that could rest on nothing,she walked on;but it would not do;in half a mihe letter was unfolded again,and colleg herself as well as she could,she again began the mortifying perusal of all that rted to Wickham, andmanded herself so far as to examihe meaning of every sentehe ount of his e with the Pemberley family was exactly what he had rted himself;and the kindness of thete Mr.Darcy,though she had not before known its extent,agreed equally well with his own words.So far each recital firmed the other;but when she came to the will, the difference was great.What Wickham had said of the living was fresh in her memory, and as she recalled his very words, it was impossible not to feel that there was gross duplicity on one side or the other; and, for a few moments, she ttered herself that her wishes did not err.But when she read and re-read with the closest attention, the particrs immediately following of Wickham's resigning all pretensions to the living,of his receiving in lieu so siderable a sum as three thousand pounds,again was she forced to hesitate. She put dowter, weighed every circumstah what she meant to be impartiality—deliberated on the probability of each statement—but with little sess. On both sides it was only assertion.Again she read on;but every line proved more clearly that the affair,which she had believed it impossible that any trivance could so represent as to render Mr.Darcy's du it less than infamous,was capable of a turn which must make him entirely meless throughout the whole.
The extravagand general profligacy which he scrupled not toy at Mr.Wickham's charge, exceedingly shocked her;the more so,as she could bring no proof of its injustice.She had never heard of him before his entrao the—shire Militia, in which he had e the persuasion of the young man who,oing him identally in town,had there renewed a slight acquaintance.Of his former way of life nothing had been known ifordshire but what he told himself.As to his real character,had information been in her power,she had never felt a wish of inquiring. His tenance, voice, and manner had established him at on the possession of every virtue. She tried to recollee instance of goodness,some distinguished trait of iy or benevolehat might rescue him from the attar.Darcy;or at least,by the predominance of virtue, atone for those casual errors under which she would endeavour to ss what Mr.Darcy had described as the idleness and viany years' tinua no such recolle befriended her. She could see him instantly before her,in every charm of air and address;but she could remember no more substantial good than the general approbation of the neighbourhood, and the regard which his social powers had gained him in the mess.After pausing on this point a siderable while, she once more tio read. But, s! the story which followed, of his designs on Miss Darcy, received some firmation from what had passed between el Fitzwilliam and herself only the m before;and atst she was referred for the truth of every particr to el Fitzwilliam himself—from whom she had previously received the information of his near in all his cousin's affairs, and whose character she had no reason to question. At oime she had almost resolved on applying to him,but the idea was checked by the awkwardness of the application, and at length wholly banished by the vi that Mr.Darcy would never have hazarded such a proposal,if he had not been well assured of his cousin's corroboration.快眼看书小说阅读_www.bookcu.com