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In the gallery there were many family portraits, but they could

have little to fix the attention of a stranger. Elizabeth walked

on in quest of the only face whose features would be known to

her. At last it arrested her--and she beheld a striking

resemblance of Mr. Darcy, with such a smile over the face, as she

remembered to have sometimes seen, when he looked at her. She

stood several minutes before the picture, in earnest

contemplation, and returned to it again before they quitted the

gallery. Mrs. Reynolds informed them, that it had been taken in

his father's lifetime.