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"Good gracious! Lord bless me! only think! dear me! Mr. Darcy!

Who would have thought it? And is it really true? Oh, my sweetest

Lizzy! how rich and how great you will be! What pin-money, what

jewels, what carriages you will have! Jane's is nothing to

it--nothing at all. I am so pleased--so happy. Such a charming

man! so handsome! so tall! Oh, my dear Lizzy! pray apologize for

my having disliked him so much before. I hope he will overlook

it. Dear, dear Lizzy. A house in town! Everything that is

charming! Three daughters married! Ten thousand a year! Oh, Lord!

what will become of me? I shall go distracted."

This was enough to prove that her approbation need not be

doubted; and Elizabeth, rejoicing that such an effusion was heard

only by herself, soon went away. But before she had been three

minutes in her own room, her mother followed her.