"No--I cannot talk of books in a ball-room; my head is always full of
something else."
"The _present_ always occupies you in such scenes--does it?" said he,
with a look of doubt.
"Yes, always," she replied, without knowing what she said, for her
thoughts had wandered far from the subject, as soon afterwards appeared
by her suddenly exclaiming, "I remember hearing you once say, Mr. Darcy,
that you hardly ever forgave, that your resentment once created was
unappeasable. You are very cautious, I suppose, as to its _being
created_."
"I am," said he, with a firm voice.
"And never allow yourself to be blinded by prejudice?"
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