Pride and Prejudice Audibook Multi Character Narration
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Hope was over entirely over. And when Jane could attend to the rest of the letter, she found little except the professed affection of the writer that could give her any comfort, Miss Darcy's praise occupied the chief of it. Her many attractions were again dwelt on and Carolyn boasted joyfully of their increasing intimacy and ventured to predict the accomplishment of the wishes which had been unfolded. In her former letter, she wrote also with great pleasure of her brothers being an inmate of Mr Darcy's house and mentioned with raptures, some plans of the latter with regard to new furniture, Elizabeth, to whom Jane was very soon communicated. The chief of all this heard it in silent indignation. Her heart was divided between concern for her sister and resentment against all others to Carolyn's assertion of her brothers being partial to Miss Darcy. She paid no credit, but he was really fond of Jane. She doubted no more than she had ever done and much as she had always been disposed to like him. She could not think without anger hardly without contempt on that easiness of temper, that want of proper resolution, which now made him the slave of his designing friends and led him to sacrifice his own happiness to the caprice of their inclinations, had his own happiness. However, been the only sacrifice he might have been allowed to sport with it in whatever manner he thought best. But her sisters was involved in it as she thought he must be sensible himself. It was a subject in short on which reflection would be long indulged and must be unavailing. She could think of nothing else and yet whether Bingley's regard had really died away or were suppressed by her friend's interference, whether he had been aware of Jane's attachment or whether it had escaped his observation, whichever were the case though, her opinion of him must be materially affected by the difference. Her sister's situation remained the same. Her peace equally wounded a day or two passed before Jane had courage to speak up her feelings to Elizabeth. But at last on Mrs Bennett's leaving them together after a longer irritation than usual about Netherfield and its master. She could not help saying, oh, that my dear mother had more command over herself. She could have no idea of the pain she gives me by her continual reflections on him, but I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot and we shall all be as we were before Elizabeth looked at her sister with incredulous solicitude but said nothing. You doubt me, cried. Jane. Slightly coloring. Indeed. You have no reason you may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my acquaintance. But that is all I have nothing either to hope or fear and nothing to reproach him with. Thank God, I have not that pain a little time. Therefore, I shall certainly try to get the better with a stronger voice. She soon added, I have this comfort immediately that it has not been more than an error of fancy on my side and that it has done no harm to anyone but myself. I dear Jane exclaimed Elizabeth. You are too good. Your sweetness and disinterestedness are really angelic. I do not know what to say to you. I feel as if I had never done you justice or loved you as you deserve. Miss Bennett eagerly disclaimed all extraordinary merit and threw back the praise on her sister's warm affection. No said Elizabeth. This is not fair. You wish to think all the world respectable and are hurt if I speak ill of anybody, I only want to think you perfect and you set yourself against it. Do not be afraid of my running into any excess of my encroaching on your privilege of universal goodwill. You need not. There are few people whom I really love and still fewer of whom I think. Well, the more I see at the world, the more I am dissatisfied with it. And every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters. And of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of either merit or sense I have met with two instances lately. One I will not mention the other is Charlotte's marriage. It is unaccountable in every view. It is unaccountable.