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Her fellow-travellers the next day were not of a kind to make her

think him less agreeable. Sir William Lucas, and his daughter

Maria, a good-humoured girl, but as empty-headed as himself, had

nothing to say that could be worth hearing, and were listened to

with about as much delight as the rattle of the chaise. Elizabeth

loved absurdities, but she had known Sir William's too long. He

could tell her nothing new of the wonders of his presentation and

knighthood; and his civilities were worn out, like his

information.