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“That is very true,” replied Elizabeth, “and I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.”
“And your defect is to hate everybody.” “And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is willfully to misunderstand them.”
There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”