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He Is Also Handsome," Replied Elizabeth, "which A Young Man Ought Likewise To Be, If He Possibly Can. His Character Is Thereby Complete.

If This Man Had Not Twelve Thousand A Year, He Would Be A Very Stupid Fellow.

Give Me But A Little Cheerful Company, Let Me Only Have The Company Of The People I Love, Let Me Only Be Where I Like And With Whom I Like, And The Devil May Take The Rest, Say I.

Laugh As Much As You Choose, But You Will Not Laugh Me Out Of My Opinion.

One Man's Ways May Be As Good As Another's, But We All Like Our Own Best.