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“It was gratitude; gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him.”

Quote by Jane Austen

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Pride and Prejudice

Written by Jane Austen, this renowned novel delves into the complexities of human nature, societal expectations, and the transformative power of love. The story follows Elizabeth Bennet, a spirited and intelligent woman, and her evolving relationship with the aloof and proud Mr. Darcy. Set in early 19th-century England, the narrative examines the challenges of overcoming pride and prejudice to find true happiness. more

Author

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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