Jane Austen
she could hardly keep her seat. It drew from her, however, the exertion of speaking, which
nothing else had so effectually done before; and she asked Bingley whether he meant to
make any stay in the country at present. A few weeks, he believed.
"When you have killed all your own birds, Mr. Bingley," said her mother, "I beg you will
come here, and shoot as many as you please on Mr. Bennet's manor. I am sure he will be
vastly happy to oblige you, and will save all the best of the covies for you."
Elizabeth's misery increased, at such unnecessary, such officious attention! Were the
same fair prospect to arise at present as had flattered them a year ago, every thing, she was
persuaded, would be hastening to the same vexatious conclusion. At that instant, she felt
that years of happiness could not make Jane or herself amends for moments of such painful
confusion.
"The first wish of my heart," said she to herself, "is never more to be in company with
either of them
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