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| "That is a failing indeed!" -- cried Elizabeth. "Implacable resentment is a shade in a character. But you have chosen your fault well. -- I really cannot laugh at it; you are safe from me." 
 "There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome."
 
 "And your defect is a propensity to hate every body."
 
 "And yours," he replied with a smile, "is wilfully to misunderstand them."
 
 "Do let us have a little music," -- cried Miss Bingley, tired of a conversation in which she had no share. -- "Louisa, you will not mind my waking Mr. Hurst."
 
 Her sister made not the smallest objection, and the piano-forte was opened, and Darcy, after a few moments recollection, was not sorry for it. He began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention.
 
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