دانلود رمان انگلیسی “ولنتاین خنده‌دار من” – نسخه‌ای از غرور و تعصب

“She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am at present in no humour to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles. You are wasting your time with me.” Mr Bingley followed his advice. Mr Darcy walked off; and Elizabeth remained with no very cordial feelings towards the callous, conceited, arrogant, and disdainful gentleman. Mr Bingley had opened Netherfield Park at Michaelmas but had not taken possession of the estate before St Nicholas Day. The good people of Meryton had waited two excruciating months in anticipation of the new resident and his friends entering their society, only to suffer great disappointment. Well, Mr Bingley, she owned, had a pleasant countenance and easy, unaffected manners, which was more than she would ascribe to his sisters. Although decidedly fashionable and handsome, both seemed to think too well of themselves and too meanly of others. Elizabeth could easily justify her harsh judgment of the newcomers when she considered Mr Darcy’s utter lack of manners. Her grandmother Bennet would of course have excused Mr Darcy’s behaviour by stating that one should not speak behind anyone’s back what one could not say to their face. In that regard, Mr Darcy had been perfectly civil. He had looked her straight in the eyes and declared her appearance tolerable. If she were to follow her grandmother’s words of wisdom, a retaliation…um…reply to the uncharitable speculation would by no means be amiss. An insult should never go unanswered—although they were her own words of wisdom, not her grandmother’s. The gentleman might not remain in the neighbourhood for very long, so another opportunity may never present itself. Elizabeth regarded the offender. He was currently standing in the opposite corner, scowling at her dear friends.