Pride & Prejudice
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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while settling this point she was suddenly roused by the sound of the doorbell, and her spirits were a little fluttered by the idea of its being Colonel Fitzwilliam himself, who had once before called late in the evening, and might now come to inquire particularly after her. But this idea was soon banished, and her spirits were very differently affected when, to her utter amazement she saw mr. Darcy walk into the room in a hurried manner. He immediately began an inquiry after her health, imputing his visit to a wish of hearing that she were better. She answered him with cold civility. He sat down for a few moments, and then getting up, walked about the room. Elizabeth was surprised, but said. Not a word. After a silence of several minutes he came in towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began in vain. I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, colored, doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient engagement, and the avowal of all that he felt, and had long felt for her immediately followed. He spoke well. But there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed, and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her and Phiri authority of its being a degradation of the family obstacles which he always opposed to inclination were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit. In spite of her deeply rooted dislike, she could not be insensible to the complement of such a man's affection, and though her intentions did not vary for an instant, she was at first sorry for the pain he was to receive till roused to resentment by his subsequent language. She lost all compassion in anger. She tried, however, to compose herself, to answer him with patients when he should have done. He concluded with representing to her the strength of that attachment which, in spite of all his endeavors he had found impossible to conquer, and with expressing his hope that it would now be rewarded by her acceptance of his hand. As he said this, she could easily see that he had no doubt of a favorable answer. He spoke of apprehension and anxiety, but his countenance expressed real security. Such a circumstance could only exacerbate farther, and when he ceased, the color rose into her cheeks. And she said