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“I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice," said she. — "In not one of all my clever replies, my delicate negatives, is there any allusion to making a sacrifice. I do suspect that he is not really necessary to my happiness.”

Quote by Jane Austen

Book:Emma
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Emma

Emma, written by Jane Austen, is a satirical novel that explores themes of social status, romance, and the complexities of human relationships. The narrative follows the protagonist, Emma Woodhouse, a wealthy and somewhat naive young woman who becomes involved in the romantic entanglements of those around her. Through her meddlesome attempts to matchmake, Emma learns valuable lessons about herself and the society in which she lives. more

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Jane Austen
Jane Austen

Jane Austen, born on December 16, 1775, and died on July 18, 1817, was a renowned English novelist of the 19th century. Known for her exquisite psychological portrayals and satirical humor, Austen's works mainly revolve around rural life in England, depicting the customs and interpersonal relationships of the time. Her representative works include 'Pride and Prejudice' and 'Sense and Sensibility'. more

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