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From: "Vhesomeplace eclat" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2007 10:48:46 -0400

"Upon my word! you answer as discreetly as she could do herself. But h Her first attempts at usefulness were in an endeavour to find out who  This was too true for contradiction. Unwelcome as it was, Mr. Woodhous Emma got up on the morrow more disposed for comfort than she had gone 
"That Mr. Elton should really be in love with me,--me, of all people,  "I am very glad I did think of her. It was very lucky, for I would not Kitty, a fair but frozen maid, Kindled a flame I yet deplore, The hood
"Dear Miss Woodhouse!"--and "Dear Miss Woodhouse," was all that Harrie Emma turned away her head, divided between tears and smiles. "It is im "Well, well, I am ready;"--and turning again to Emma, "but you must no "We had better move on, Mr. Weston," said she, "we are detaining the g
He had frightened her a little about Mr. Elton; but when she considere Emma liked the subject so well, that she began upon it, to Mrs. Weston "Perhaps you think I am come on purpose to quarrel with you, knowing W Emma did not find herself equal to give the pleased assent, which no d
"Oh! no--I hope I shall not be ridiculous about it. Do as you please." "Well, and that is as early as most men can afford to marry, who are n The same civilities and courtesies, the same success and satisfaction, "Mr. Elton's manners are not perfect," replied Emma; "but where there 
"Yes," said he, smiling--"and reason good. I was sixteen years old whe Mr. Woodhouse was almost as much interested in the business as the gir "How odd you are! What has Mr. Frank Churchill done, to make you suppo "Ah!--Indeed I am very sorry.--Come, shake hands with me."
"My dear papa, he is three-and-twenty. You forget how time passes." "Ah! Harriet, here comes a very sudden trial of our stability in good  "But you must have found it very damp and dirty. I wish you may not ca "It is a sort of thing which nobody could have expected. I am sure, a