She had turned away; but on hearing herself called, though in a voice which proved it to be Mr. Darcy, she moved again towards the gate.
He had by that time reached it also, and, holding out a letter, which she instinctively took, said, with a look of haughty composure, "I have been walking in the grove some time in the hope of meeting you. Will you do me the honour of reading that letter?"
And then, with a slight bow, turned again into the plantation, and was soon out of sight.
Black and White Line Drawings by C.E. Brock
From undated Nelson and Sons edition of Pride and Prejudice
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