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The town where she had formerly passed some years of her life,

and where they were now to spend a few days, was probably as

great an object of her curiosity as all the celebrated beauties

of Matlock, Chatsworth, Dovedale, or the Peak.

Elizabeth was excessively disappointed: she had set her heart on

seeing the Lakes; and still thought there might have been time

enough. But it was her business to be satisfied--and certainly

her temper to be happy; and all was soon right again.

With the mention of Derbyshire, there were many ideas connected.

It was impossible for her to see the word without thinking of

Pemberley and its owner. "But surely," said she, "I may enter his

county with impunity, and rob it of a few petrified spars,

without his perceiving me."