Jane Austen
Though suspicion was very far from Miss Bennet's
general habits, she was absolutely incredulous here.
"You are joking, Lizzy. This cannot be!--engaged to Mr. Darcy! No, no, you shall not
deceive me. I know it to be impossible."
"This is a wretched beginning indeed! My sole dependence was on you; and I am sure
nobody else will believe me, if you do not. Yet, indeed, I am in earnest. I speak nothing but
the truth. He still loves me, and we are engaged."
Jane looked at her doubtingly. "Oh, Lizzy! it cannot be. I know how much you dislike
him."
"You know nothing of the matter. That is all to be forgot. Perhaps I did not always love
him so well as I do now. But in such cases as these, a good memory is unpardonable. This is
the last time I shall ever remember it myself."
Miss Bennet still looked all amazement. Elizabeth again, and more seriously assured her
of its truth.
"Good Heaven! can it be really so! Yet now I must believe you," cried Jane. "My dear,
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