How unfortunate, considering I have decided to loathe him for eternity.
Her thoughts were all fixed on that one spot of Pemberley House, whichever it might be, where Mr. Darcy then was. She longed to know what at the moment was passing in his mind—in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him.
I do not pretend to set people right, but I do see that they are often wrong.
They were now able to speak to each other and consult.
The indignities of stupidity, and the disappointments of selfish passion, can excite little pity.
We must live and learn.