"When my brother left us yesterday, he imagined that the
business which took him to London might be concluded in three
or four days; but as we are certain it cannot be so, and at the
same time convinced that when Charles gets to town he will be
in no hurry to leave it again, we have determined on following
him thither, that he may not be obliged to spend his vacant hours
in a comfortless hotel. Many of my acquaintances are already
there for the winter; I wish that I could hear that you, my dearest
friend, had any intention of making one of the crowd--but of
that I despair. I sincerely hope your Christmas in Hertfordshire
may abound in the gaieties which that season generally brings,
and that your beaux will be so numerous as to prevent your
feeling the loss of the three of whom we shall deprive you."
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"It is evident by this," added Jane, "that he comes back no more
this winter."
"It is only evident that Miss Bingley does not mean that he
should."
"Why will you think so? It must be his own doing. He is his
own master. But you do not know all. I will read you the
passage which particularly hurts me. I will have no reserves
from you."
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