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Nothing that she could say, however, had any influence. Her

mother would talk of her views in the same intelligible tone.

Elizabeth blushed and blushed again with shame and vexation. She

could not help frequently glancing her eye at Mr. Darcy, though

every glance convinced her of what she dreaded; for though he was

not always looking at her mother, she was convinced that his

attention was invariably fixed by her. The expression of his face

changed gradually from indignant contempt to a composed and

steady gravity.