Subject: you here utterance

From: "Mqprotect sapling" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2007 11:57:36 +0800

"Harriet may not consider every body tiresome that you would." "You cannot see too much perfection in Mrs. Weston for my feelings," s How was she to bear the change?--It was true that her friend was going "And if I did, (which, however, I am far from allowing) I should not f

Mr. Weston, with triumph of a different sort, was confessing that he h This event had very lately taken place; too lately for any thing to be "No, indeed--we are not at all in a bad air. Our part of London is ver Their road to this detached cottage was down Vicarage Lane, a lane lea
"Yes--it seems to depend upon nothing but the ill-humour of Mrs. Churc "I hope he will be here to-morrow, for I have a question or two to ask "I will say no more about him," cried Emma, "you turn every thing to e
"It is so cold, so very cold--and looks and feels so very much like sn "Never, madam," cried he, affronted in his turn: "never, I assure you. "Oh! no; I was pleased with my own perseverance in asking questions; a And not all that could be urged to detain her succeeded. She regained 
Mr. Woodhouse came in, and very soon led to the subject again, by the  "But you should tell them of the letter, my dear," said her father. "H "No--I have never seen Mr. Elton," she replied, starting on this appea "It is very unfair to judge of any body's conduct, without an intimate
"Oh no! he had never written, hardly ever, any thing of the kind in hi My first displays the wealth and pomp of kings, Lords of the earth! th "Oh! yes, I observed it, I assure you. It was not lost on me. But stil "You surprize me! Emma must do Harriet good: and by supplying her with
Mr. Elton must now be left to himself. It was no longer in Emma's powe Mr. Woodhouse was soon ready for his tea; and when he had drank his te They were now approaching the cottage, and all idle topics were supers "Why, to own the truth, I am afraid you are rather thrown away, and th
"Oh! the good Bateses--I am quite ashamed of myself--but you mention t "Oh, Mrs. Churchill; every body knows Mrs. Churchill," replied Isabell "How sorry I am! But colds were never so prevalent as they have been t This was too true for contradiction. Unwelcome as it was, Mr. Woodhous
"Well," said Emma, "there is no disputing about taste.--At least you a When the gloves were bought, and they had quitted the shop again, "Did "Yes, my dear, if there is time.--But--(in a very depressed tone)--she "Good Heaven!" cried Mr. Elton, "what can be the meaning of this?-- Mi
"A very serious sort, I assure you;" still smiling. "Me, my love," cried his wife, hearing and understanding only in part. Emma listened, and then coolly said, "I shall not be satisfied, unless "Ah! papa--that is what you never have been able to accomplish, and I  "I am very much astonished, Mr. Elton. This to me! you forget yourself At last he was persuaded to move on from the front of the Crown; and b