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Don't 'ee, sir--please don't 'ee!" cried the whirling child, as helpless under the centrifugal tendency of his person as a hooked fish swinging to land, and beholding the hill, the rick, the plantation, the path, and the rooks going round and round him in an amazing circular race. "I--I-- sir--only meant that--there was a good crop in the ground-- I saw 'em sow it--and the rooks could have a little bit for dinner-- and you wouldn't miss it, sir--and Mr. Phillotson said I was to be kind to 'em--oh, oh, oh!" ¡¡¡¡ This truthful explanation seemed to exasperate the farmer even more than if Jude had stoutly denied saying anything at all, and he still smacked the whirling urchin, the clacks of the instrument continuing to resound all across the field and as far as the ears of distant workers--who gathered
oil painting thereupon that Jude was pursuing his business of clacking with great assiduity-- and echoing from the brand-new church tower just behind the mist, towards the building of which structure the farmer had largely subscribed, to testify his love for God and man. ¡¡¡¡ Presently Troutham grew tired of his punitive task, and depositing the quivering boy on his legs, took a sixpence from his pocket and gave it him in payment for his day's work, telling him to go home and never let him see him in one of those fields again.

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¡¡¡¡Mr. Bennet raised his eyes from his book as she entered, and fixed them on her face with a calm unconcern which was not in the least altered by her communication. ¡¡¡¡"I have not the pleasure of understanding you," said he, when she had finished her speech. "Of what are you talking?" ¡¡¡¡"Of Mr. Collins and Lizzy. Lizzy declares she will not have Mr. Collins, and Mr. Collins begins to say that he will not have Lizzy." ¡¡¡¡"And what am I to do on the occasion? -- It seems an hopeless business." ¡¡¡¡"Speak to Lizzy about it yourself. Tell her that you insist upon her marrying him." ¡¡¡¡"Let her be called down. She shall hear my opinion." ¡¡¡¡Mrs. Bennet rang the bell, and Miss Elizabeth was summoned to the library. ¡¡¡¡"Come here, child," cried her father as she appeared. "I have sent for you on an affair of importance. I understand that Mr. Collins has made you an offer of marriage. Is it true?" Elizabeth replied that it was. "Very well -- and this offer of marriage you have refused?" ¡¡¡¡"I have, Sir." ¡¡¡¡"Very well. We now come to the point. Your mother insists upon your accepting it. Is not it so, Mrs. Bennet?" ¡¡¡¡"Yes, or I will never see her again." ¡¡¡¡"An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. -- Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do."

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A little further perseverance in patience and forced cheerfulness on Anne's side produced nearly a cure on Mary's. She could soon sit upright on the sofa, and began to hope she might be able to leave it by dinner-time. Then, forgetting to think of it, she was at the other end of the room, beautifying a nosegay; then, she ate her cold meat; and then she was well enough to propose a little walk. ¡¡¡¡ "Where shall we go?" said she, when they were ready. "I suppose you will not like to call at the Great House before they have been to see you?" ¡¡¡¡ "I have not the smallest objection on that account," replied Anne. "I should never think of standing on such ceremony with people I know so well as Mrs and the Miss Musgroves." ¡¡¡¡ "Oh! but they ought to call upon you as soon as possible. They ought to feel what is due to you as my sister. However, we may as well go and sit with them a little while, and when we have that over, we can enjoy our walk." ¡¡¡¡ Anne had always thought such a style of intercourse highly imprudent; but she had ceased to endeavour to check it, from believing that, though there were on each side continual subjects of offence, neither family could now do without it. To the Great House accordingly they went, to sit the full half hour in the old-fashioned square parlour, with a small carpet and shining floor, to which the present daughters of the house were gradually giving the proper air of confusion by a grand piano-forte and a harp, flower-stands and little tables placed in every direction. Oh! could the originals of the portraits against the wainscot, could the gentlemen in brown velvet and the ladies in blue satin have seen what was going on, have been conscious of such an overthrow of all order and neatness! The portraits themselves seemed to be staring in astonishment.

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¡¡¡¡`At the idea of anybody coming to take Meg away? No, thank you.' ¡¡¡¡`You'll feel better about it when somebody comes to take you away.' ¡¡¡¡`I'd like to see anyone try it,' cried Jo, fiercely. ¡¡¡¡`So should I!' and Laurie chuckled at the idea. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡`I don't think secrets agree with me; I feel rumpled up in my mind since you told me that,' said Jo, rather ungratefully. ¡¡¡¡`Race down this hill with me, and you'll be all right,' suggested Laurie. ¡¡¡¡No one was in sight; the smooth road sloped invitingly before her; and finding the temptation irresistible, Jo darted away, soon leaving hat and comb behind her, and scattering hairpins as she ran. Laurie reached the goal first, and was quite satisfied with the success of his treatment; for his Atalanta came panting up, with flying hair, bright eyes, ruddy cheeks, and no signs of dissatisfaction in her face. ¡¡¡¡`I wish I was a horse; then I could run for miles in this splendid air, and not lose my breath. It was capital; but see what a guy it's made me. Go, pick up my things, like a cherub as you are,' said Jo, dropping down under a maple-tree which was carpeting the bank with crimson leaves. ¡¡¡¡Laurie leisurely departed to recover the lost property, and Jo bundled up her braids, hoping no one would pass by till she was tidy again. But someone did pass by, and who should it be but Meg, looking particularly ladylike in her state and festival suit, for she had been making calls. ¡¡¡¡`What in the world are you doing here?' she asked, regarding her dishevelled sister with well-bred surprise. ¡¡¡¡`Getting leaves,' meekly answered Jo, sorting the rosy handful she had just swept up. ¡¡¡¡`And hairpins,' added Laurie, throwing half a dozen into Jo's lap. `They grow on this road, Meg; so do combs and brown straw hats.'