"At last it arrested her -and she beheld a striking resemblance of Mr. Darcy, with such a smile over the face, as she remembered to have sometimes seen, when he looked at her."
"Elizabeth, as they drove along, watched for the first appearance of Pemberley Woods with some perturbation; and when at length they turned in at the lodge, her spirits were in a high flutter."
"But" said I, "To be quite honest, I do not think I can live without something of a musical society. I condition for nothing else; but, without music, life would be a blank to me."
"Her wishes for fine weather were answered by seeing a beautiful morning, she hardly felt a doubt of it; for a fine [day] in [London] empties every house of its inhabitants, and all the world appears on such an occasion to walk about and tell their acquaintance what a charming day it is."