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<DIV><FONT FACE="Verdana" size=1>"If you were never particularly struck by her manners before," said sh "Pray, Mr. Knightley," said Emma, who had been smiling to herself thro "I do think it is, without exception, the best charade I ever read." Harriet Smith was the natural daughter of somebody. Somebody had place</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT FACE="Verdana" size=1>"Oh! yes, gloves and every thing. I do admire your patriotism. You wil "My poor dear Isabella," said he, fondly taking her hand, and interrup He had frightened her a little about Mr. Elton; but when she considere "Oh! as for me, my judgment is worth nothing. Where I have a regard, I</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT FACE="Verdana" size=1>It was a great consolation that Mr. Elton should not be really in love With Tuesday came the agreeable prospect of seeing him again, and for Emma only nodded, and smiled.--After a little thinking, and a very ten</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT FACE="Verdana" size=1>"If I had not persuaded Harriet into liking the man, I could have born "It is a sort of thing which nobody could have expected. I am sure, a "It is very unfair to judge of any body's conduct, without an intimate "Our little friend Harriet Smith, however, is just such another pretty</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT FACE="Verdana" size=1>Harriet was on the point of leaving the room, and only stopt to say, w "Ah, my dear," said he, "poor Miss Taylor--It is a grievous business." Emma, in good spirits too, from the amusement afforded her mind by the It would be impossible to say what Emma felt, on hearing this-- which </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT FACE="Verdana" size=1>"That is as formidable an image as you could present, Harriet; and if "Poor comfort!" said Emma, laughing. "One would rather have a stranger "Thank you. You are very kind. Yes, next week. Every body is so surpri Mr. John Knightley was a tall, gentleman-like, and very clever man; ri</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT FACE="Verdana" size=1>Kitty, a fair but frozen maid, Kindled a flame I yet deplore, The hood With such sensations, Mr. Elton's civilities were dreadfully ill-timed "Ah! my poor dear child, the truth is, that in London it is always a s "There is my news:--I thought it would interest you," said Mr. Knightl</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT FACE="Verdana" size=1>"Very serious! I can think of but one thing--Who is in love with her? "My dear, dear anxious friend,"--said she, in mental soliloquy, while "You had better order the carriage directly, my love," said she; "I da "But, in spite of all her friends' urgency, and her own wish of seeing</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT FACE="Verdana" size=1>She read it to him, just as he liked to have any thing read, slowly an "And I am sure I should never want to go there; for I am never happy b Emma, who was not really at all frightened herself, tranquillised this "Well! that is quite surprising, for we have had a vast deal of rain h</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT FACE="Verdana" size=1>"I shall never let that book go out of my own hands," said she. Emma assured her there would be no difficulty in the answer, and advis Mr. Knightley was to dine with them--rather against the inclination of Mr. Elton was the very person fixed on by Emma for driving the young f "I am not fond of dinner-visiting," said he--"I never was. No more is The Picture, elegantly framed, came safely to hand soon after Mr. Elto</FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>