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d, for a few moments, she flattered herself that her wishes did not err.But when she read and re-read with the closest attention, the particulars immediately following of Wickham's resigning all pretensions to the living,of his receiving in lieu so considerable a sum as three thousand pounds,again was she forced to hesitate. She put down the letter, weighed every circumstance with what she meant to be impartiality—deliberated on the probability of each statement—but with little success. On both sides it was only assertion.Again she read on;but every line proved more clearly that the affair,which she had believed it impossible that any contrivance could so represent as to render Mr.Darcy's conduct in it less than infamous,was capable of a turn which must make him entirely blameless throughout the whole.
The extravagance and general profligacy which he scrupled not to lay at Mr.Wickham's charge, exceedingly shocked her;the more so,as she could bring no proof of its injustice.She had never heard of him before his entrance into the—shire Militia, in which he had engaged at the persuasion of the young man who,on meeting him accidentally in town,had there renewed a slight acquaintance.Of his former way of life nothing had been known in Hertfordshire but what he told himself.As to his real character,had information been in her power,she had never felt a wish of inquiring. His countenance, voice, and manner had established him at once in the possession of every virtue. She tried to recollect some instance of goodness,some distinguished trait of integrity or benevolence,that might rescue him from the attacks of Mr.Darcy;or at least,by the predominance of virtue, atone for those casual errors under which she would endeavour to class what Mr.Darcy had described as the idleness and vice of many years' continuance.But no such recollection befriended her. She could see him instantly before her,in every charm of air and address;but she could remember no more substantial good than the general approbation of the neighbourhood, and the regard which his social powers had gained him in the mess.After pausing on this point a considerable while, she once more continued to read. But, alas! the story which followed, of his designs on Miss Darcy, received some confirmation from what had passed between Colonel Fitzwilliam and herself only the morning before;and at last she was referred for the truth of every particular to Colonel Fitzwilliam himself—from whom she had previously received the information of his near concern in all his cousin's affairs, and whose character she had no reason to question. At one time she had almost resolved on applying to him,but the idea was checked by the awkwardness of the application, and at length wholly banished by the conviction that Mr.Darcy would never have hazarded such a proposal,if he had not been well assured of his cousin's corroboration.
d, for a few moments, she flattered herself that her wishes did not err.But when she read and re-read with the closest attention, the particulars immediately following of Wickham's resigning all pretensions to the living,of his receiving in lieu so considerable a sum as three thousand pounds,again was she forced to hesitate. She put down the letter, weighed every circumstance with what she meant to be impartiality—deliberated on the probability of each statement—but with little success. On both sides it was only assertion.Again she read on;but every line proved more clearly that the affair,which she had believed it impossible that any contrivance could so represent as to render Mr.Darcy's conduct in it less than infamous,was capable of a turn which must make him entirely blameless throughout the whole.
The extravagance and general profligacy which he scrupled not to lay at Mr.Wickham's charge, exceedingly shocked her;the more so,as she could bring no proof of its injustice.She had never heard of him before his entrance into the—shire Militia, in which he had engaged at the persuasion of the young man who,on meeting him accidentally in town,had there renewed a slight acquaintance.Of his former way of life nothing had been known in Hertfordshire but what he told himself.As to his real character,had information been in her power,she had never felt a wish of inquiring. His countenance, voice, and manner had established him at once in the possession of every virtue. She tried to recollect some instance of goodness,some distinguished trait of integrity or benevolence,that might rescue him from the attacks of Mr.Darcy;or at least,by the predominance of virtue, atone for those casual errors under which she would endeavour to class what Mr.Darcy had described as the idleness and vice of many years' continuance.But no such recollection befriended her. She could see him instantly before her,in every charm of air and address;but she could remember no more substantial good than the general approbation of the neighbourhood, and the regard which his social powers had gained him in the mess.After pausing on this point a considerable while, she once more continued to read. But, alas! the story which followed, of his designs on Miss Darcy, received some confirmation from what had passed between Colonel Fitzwilliam and herself only the morning before;and at last she was referred for the truth of every particular to Colonel Fitzwilliam himself—from whom she had previously received the information of his near concern in all his cousin's affairs, and whose character she had no reason to question. At one time she had almost resolved on applying to him,but the idea was checked by the awkwardness of the application, and at length wholly banished by the conviction that Mr.Darcy would never have hazarded such a proposal,if he had not been well assured of his cousin's corroboration.