there is not the least wit in my nature. I am a very matter of fact, plain spoken being, and may blunder on the borders of a repartee for half an hour together without striking it out.
One word from you shall silence me forever.
Mr. Darcy began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention.
One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight.
One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.
“It is not everyone,” said Elinor, “who has your passion for dead leaves.”