Oh! I Am Delighted With

I Take No Leave Of You, Miss Bennet: I Send No Compliments To Your Mother. You Deserve No Such Attention. I Am Most Seriously Displeased.

There Seemed A Gulf Impassable Between Them.

You Are Too Generous To Trifle With Me. If Your Feelings Are Still What They Were Last April, Tell Me So At Once. My Affections And Wishes Are Unchanged; But One Word From You Will Silence Me On This Subject For Ever.

It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us.

You Have Qualities Which I Had Not Before Supposed To Exist In Such A Degree In Any Human Creature. You Have Some Touches Of The Angel In You.