It was gratitude; gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all t — Jane Austen
It was gratitude; gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all t — Jane Austen
It was gratitude; gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all t — Jane Austen
It was gratitude; gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all t — Jane Austen
It was gratitude; gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all t — Jane Austen
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It was gratitude; gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for loving her still well enough to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him, and all the unjust accusations accompanying her rejection.

— Jane Austen
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