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Her Pleasure In The Walk Must Arise From The Exercise And The Day, From The View Of The Last Smiles Of The Year Upon The Tawny Leaves And Withered Hedges, And From Repeating To Herself Some Few Of The Thousand Poetical Descriptions Extant Of Autumn-that Season Of Peculiar And Inexhaustible Influence On The Mind Of Taste And Tenderness-that Season Which Has Drawn From Every Poet Worthy Of Being Read Some Attempt At Description, Or Some Lines Of Feeling.

Nay," Cried Bingley, "this Is Too Much, To Remember At Night All The Foolish Things That Were Said In The Morning.

The Advantages Of Natural Folly In A Beautiful Girl Have Been Already Set Forth By The Capital Pen Of A Sister Author; And To Her Treatment Of The Subject I Will Only Add, In Justice To Men, That Though To The Larger And More Trifling Part Of The Sex, Imbecility In Females Is A Great Enhancement Of Their Personal Charms, There Is A Portion Of Them Too Reasonable And Too Well Informed Themselves To Desire Anything More In Woman Than Ignorance

... Strange Things May Be Generally Accounted For If Their Cause Be Fairly Seached Out.

Oh!” Said She, “i Heard You Before, But I Could Not Immediately Determine What To Say In Reply. You Wanted Me, I Know, To Say ‘yes,’ That You Might Have The Pleasure Of Despising My Taste; But I Always Delight In Overthrowing Those Kind Of Schemes, And Cheating A Person Of Their Premeditated Contempt. I Have, Therefore Made Up My Mind To Tell You, That I Do Not Want To Dance A Reel At All--and Now Despise Me If You Dare.” “indeed I Do Not Dare.