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I murmur then read the rest "annd Prr-edjustice? Nope. Again." "Prre-dyu-dis? Prejudice?!"I exclaim quietly. Pride and prejudice! I can feel that I read it right. I walk to where Gabriel's book was lying cover up. It was too long but I can spell it. T-H-E M-A-K-I-N-G O-F T-H-E A-T-O-M-I-C B-O-M-B I am pretty sure I recognize the word bomb but I might be wrong. Why would Gabriel read those kinds of book?

Politics, Power, Business, History and many more. Boring. Boring man. I continued tracing the spines with my fingers, liking the texture beneath my fingertips. At some point, I completely forgot about the journal. I pulled out one of the books. It had a rare cover I had never seen before. “Pride and Prejudice.” What? I checked the cover again. Maybe I had read it wrong. Or maybe it was another Pride and Prejudice. But no. It was the same book, only with a different cover. This one had a black hard cover with the title engraved into it alongside the author’s name.

“Here you go. Pride and Prejudice. First edition. Just as you described.” Jasmine reached for it, but he pulled it back, his fingers brushing hers. “You know, I’ve been wondering something,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Why does a girl like you care so much about a book? You don’t seem like the type to get worked up over something so trivial.” She glared at him, her cheeks flushing. “It’s not trivial. It’s important to me. Now, can I have it?” He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming.

At her feet, there were four books. All written by Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice. Sense and sensibility. Persuasion. Emma. She had another book open in her hands, and when she looked up at me, flashing me a smile that showed off her perfect pearly white teeth, my heart skipped. She was angelic. For a moment, I didn't move. Couldn't. I didn't speak either – just stood there gawking at the beauty of her. She must have thought I was awkward.

The quiet of the library, which moments ago felt peaceful, now feels laden with tension. I stand abruptly, needing to break the moment before I do something impulsive. "Can we explore more of the library? I'd love to see what's in some of these sections." "Of course," Armani says, rising smoothly. If he's disappointed by the change in direction, he doesn't show it. "I think you'll particularly enjoy the rare books collection. They have a first edition of *Pride and Prejudice*." "Are you serious?" My literary heart skips a beat. "That's my favorite book of all time."

Josephine replys once again. "All your sister said is true Josephine. What did you see from a looser like him. He can't feef himself, how could he spoil you as his wife. Jo, remember! You were born and grew up in a noble and reapectfull family. It's not comparable to stand beside a useless man like him," Grandma Elizabeth says and raise her voice. "Don't you see Adrian. The one who has no relative on Windsor but shows his goodwill and respect to us by coming here and give a present to your uncle," Edmund, Josephine's father starts talking after a silence.

Two minutes later he entered to the library looking everywhere, when he spotted her he came closer. "Hey. " He said moving a chair backwards and sitting down while placing his backpack on the desk. "Hi. " "I hope you don't mind but i got ahead in the assignment. " He said placing a copy of the book "Pride And Prejudice" by Jane Austen on the desk. Its cover had a girl with brown short curly hair and wearing a pink long dress that resembled a night gown, and a bonnet in her head seated on a chair looking somewhere else. She was resting her chin on her left index finger while on her right hand she was holding what it seemed a piece of paper. The cover was attractive to Amy, who always wanted t

If she finds out that I spent the night with the King. Thinking about it my face started to burn, remembering everything we had done. He took me in different positions, giving me great pleasure in all of them. Johannes was deliciously wonderful. I was very happy and dying to read a beautiful novel, so I chose a human book, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Yes I know. Darcy may not be considered an excellent man, but Elizabeth also has her flaws and I love to see how the two evolve during the plot. When the clock strikes noon, I get up and decide to go back to my room and wait for Johannes, as he wants to have lunch with me.

I doubt I would ever have to bring someone into my bedroom but it never hurts to be prepared. That kind of love sounded like a myth but I knew it was out there for whoever was lucky enough to find it. I had never been lucky and I doubt I would ever be. I picked up pride and prejudice, my all time favorite classic and wondered when and if I would ever find my own Mr. Darcy. Shoving sentiments aside, I opened the large bag I had come with and shoved some of the books in it. I would read them every night and come back for more when I was done with the pile.

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed. This was the page at which the favourite volume always opened: