Comemoração, em selos, dos 200 anos

do livro Orgulho e Preconceito, da autora inglesa

Jane Austen

.

O Royal Mail, os CTT do Reino Unido, lançaram uma série de 6 selos alusivos a 6

novelas de Jane Austen para comemorar os 200 anos da edição do livro

Orgulho e Preconceito

"There certainly are not so many

men of large fortune in the

world as there are pretty women to deserve them."

“She took her candle and looked closely at the cabinet ... The key was

in the door, and she had a strange fancy to look into it; not, however, with the smallest expectation of

finding anything, but it was so very odd, after what Henry had said. In

short, she could not sleep till she had examined it. So, placing the candle with great caution on a chair, she

seized the key with a very tremulous hand and tried to turn it; but it resisted her utmost strength.

Alarmed, but not discouraged, she tried it another way; a bolt flew, and she believed herself successful; but how strangely mysterious! The door was still immovable. She paused a moment in breathless wonder. The wind roared down the chimney, the

rain beat in torrents against the windows, and everything seemed to

speak the awfulness of her situation."

" "When they came to the steps, leading upwards from the beach, a gentleman, at the same

moment preparing to come down, politely drew back, and stopped to give them way. They

ascended and passed him; and as they passed, Anne's face caught his eye, and he looked at her with a degree of earnest admiration, which she

could not be insensible of. She was looking remarkably well; her very regular, very pretty features, having the bloom and freshness of

youth restored by the fine wind which had been blowing on her complexion, and by the

animation of eye which it had also produced. It was evident that the gentleman, (completely a

gentleman in manner) admired her exceedingly. Captain Wentworth looked round at her

instantly in a way which shewed his noticing of it. He gave her a momentary glance, a glance of brightness, which seemed to say, 'That man is

struck with you, and even I, at this moment, see something like Anne Elliot again.'"

"

"As she stood before the canvas on which he was represented, and fixed his eyes upon herself, she thought of his regard with a deeper sentiment of gratitude than it had ever raised before; she remembered its warmth, and softened its impropriety of expression."

"On opening the door, she saw Marianne stretched on the bed,

almost choked by grief, one letter in her hand, and two or three others laying by her. Elinor drew near, but without saying a word; and seating herself on the bed, took her hand,

kissed her affectionately several times, and then gave way to a burst of tears, which at first was scarcely less violent than Marianne's. The latter, though unable to speak, seemed to

feel all the tenderness of this behaviour, and after some time thus

spent in joint affliction, she put all the letters into Elinor's hands; and then

covering her face with her handkerchief, almost screamed with

agony."

'To be sure,' cried Emma, 'it is always

incomprehensible to a man that a woman should ever refuse an offer of marriage. A

man always imagines a woman to be ready

for any body who asks her.'