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Elizabeth listened, wondered, doubted, and was impatient for more.

In the former were many good paintings: but Elizabeth knew nothing of the art; and from such as had been already visible below, she had willingly turned to look at some drawings of Miss Darcy’s, in crayons, whose subjects were usually more interesting, and also more intelligible.

“Never mind it, for I see you once more,” said the old man; “and now it’s all over—everything is all right again.”

“I say no more than the truth, and what everybody will say that knows him,” replied the other.