Oh! where, where is my uncle? cried Elizabeth, darting from her seat as she finished the letter, in eagerness to follow him, with-out losing a moment of the time so precious; but as she reached the door, it was opened by a servant, and Mr. Darcy appeared. Her pale face and impetuous manner made him start […]

The process is one of systematic misconstruction, a kind of textual harassment.

Though in his sixty-sixth year, I have never heard him express any dissatisfaction at the occasional hardships which we have had to encounter.

In all likelihood the meeting will be cancelled.