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An Unhappy Alternative Is Before You, Elizabeth. From This Day You Must Be A Stranger To One Of Your Parents. Your Mother Will Never See You Again If You Do Not Marry Mr. Collins, And I Will Never See You Again If You Do.

Is Not Poetry The Food Of Love?

I Have Been A Selfish Being All My Life, In Practice, Though Not In Principle.

She Knew That When She Played She Was Giving Pleasure Only To Herself; But This Was No New Sensation

I Have Now Attained The True Art Of Letter-writing, Which We Are Always Told, Is To Express On Paper Exactly What One Would Say To The Same Person By Word Of Mouth.