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As for Elizabeth,her thoughts were at Pemberley this evening more than the last;and the evening,though as it passed it seemed long,was not long enough to determine her feelings towards one in that mansion;and she lay awake two whole hours endeavouring to make them out. She certainly did not hate him. No; hatred had vanished long ago,and she had almost as long been ashamed of ever feeling a dislike against him, that could be so called. The respect created by the conviction of his valuable qualities, though at first unwillingly admitted, had for some time ceased to be repugnant to her feeling; and it was now heightened into somewhat of a friendlier nature, by the testimony so highly in his favour, and bringing forward his disposition