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like of me."
"What you ask," said Elizabeth, "is no sacrifice on my side; and Mr. Darcy had much
better finish his letter."
Mr. Darcy took her advice, and did finish his letter.
When that business was over, he applied to Miss Bingley and Elizabeth for an indulgence
of some music. Miss Bingley moved with some alacrity to the pianoforte; and, after a polite
request that Elizabeth would lead the way which the other as politely and more earnestly
negatived, she seated herself.
Mrs. Hurst sang with her sister, and while they were thus employed, Elizabeth could not
help observing, as she turned over some music-books that lay on the instrument, how
frequently Mr. Darcy's eyes were fixed on her. She hardly knew how to suppose that she
could be an object of admiration to so great a man; and yet that he should look at her
because he disliked her, was still more strange. She could only imagine, however, at last
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