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.
With no
expectation
of
pleasure，but
with the
strongest
curiosity，Elizabeth
opened the
letter，and
to her
still
increasing
wonder，perceived
an
envelope
containing
two sheets
of letter
paper，written
quite
through，in
a very
close
hand.—The
envelope
itself was
likewise
full.—Pursuing
her way
along the
lane，she
then began
it. It was
dated from
Rosings，at
eight
