It’s extraordinary! Are you sure it’s true? - Charlotte, how could it be otherwise? Every circumstance confirms it. And Mr Darcy has boasted to me himself of his resentful, implacable… - Lizzy! - What?
Precious lovebirds. They’re walking so close together, they might as well be holding hands.
Also, this seems like a modern-day version of Lizzie and Darcy walking together. “Thanks so much for saving my sister from prostitution.” - “I don’t care about her. I did it all for you. Let’s get married.”
Except that in this case it’s more like, “Let’s have sex rubb off all over each other.”
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Lizzie Bennet: I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love? Mr. Darcy: I thought that poetry was the food of love. Lizzie Bennet: Of a fine, stout love, it may. But if it only a vague inclination, I’m convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead.
No; hatred had vanished long ago, and she had almost as long been ashamed of ever feeling a dislike against him, that could be so called. The respect created by the conviction of his valuable qualities, though at first unwillingly admitted, had for some time ceased to be repugnant to her feelings; and it was now heightened into somewhat of a friendlier nature by the testimony so highly in his favour, and bringing forward his disposition in so amiable a light, which yesterday had produced. But above all, above respect and esteem, there was a motive within her of goodwill which could not be overlooked. It was gratitude — gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him, and all the unjust accusations accompanying her rejection.
“Or to love, ardent love, it must be attributed; and as such, its impression on her was of a sort to be encouraged, as by no means unpleasing, though it could not be exactly defined. She respected, she esteemed, she was grateful to him, she felt a real interest in his welfare; and she only wanted to know how far she wished that welfare to depend upon herself, and how far it would be for the happiness of both that she should employ the power, which her fancy told her she still possessed, of bringing on the renewal of his addresses.”