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“Nothing, on the contrary, could be more natural; and while able to suppose that it cost him a few struggles to relinquish her, she was ready to allow it a wise and desirable measure for both, and could very sincerely wish him happy.”

Quote by Jane Austen

Work

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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