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In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.  Pride and Prejudice, 1813
"I hoped to obtain your forgiveness, to lessen your ill opinion, by letting you see that your reproofs had been attended to. How soon any other wishes introduced themselves, I can hardly tell, but I believe in about half an hour after I had seen you."   Pride and Prejudice, 1813
"You shewed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased."   Pride and Prejudice, 1813
Romance
"I cannot make speeches, Emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.  Emma, 1815
"Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W."   Persuasion, 1817
As Fitz spread the luxurious blanket out on the cool grass Eliza took note of something she had not seen before in spite of having been here at the lake several times in the last few days.
"I don't remember seeing the swing before. Did I just miss it?"
"No. It wasn't there, it hasn't been there for years. When I was nine the ropes broke and at that age I wasn't really doing much swinging, tended to climb the tree rather than swing, so my folks didn't bother putting it back up."
Suddenly now you have the urge to swing?
Saying nonchalantly as he continued unpacking the basket. "You always sit in the rocking chair on the porch so I thought you might like the swing."
Stunned she asked, "You put it up for me?"
"Well, I asked Lucas to do it. So I can't really take much credit."
Maybe not for doing the physical labor but for thinking about doing it at all left her more than a little surprised. "Can I try it?"
"Of course, since Lucas did it I'm sure it's safe."
She giggled slightly, she'd read about swings like this (a wooden slat suspended from the branch of a giant old tree by rope) and seen them in movies but she'd never been on one. She pumped her legs until the swing was as high as she could get it. She leaned back, her arms stretched to the limit, her legs out in front of her and closed her eyes; gravity did the rest as Eliza and the swing glided through the evening air. Suddenly she and the swing stopped and her eyes popped open. Fitz was standing in front of her holding the ropes, there was something in his eyes that made her stomach jump but she managed to say, "Thank you, I love it.
Without a word he kissed her, a kiss that made her feel like she might fall from the swing. Their lips parted and he slowly guided the swing to its original position, saying as he did so, "Dinner is served."    Yours Affectionately, Jane Austen, 2012
They sat on the wall in silence. Darcy fingered the medallion he'd worn since his mother had given it to him for his sixteenth birthday. He reached around and unhooked the clasp. Putting the medallion in the watch pocket of his waistcoat, he took Jane's hand in his and turning it up placed the chain into her palm.
Jane picked up the beautifully wrought necklace and looked at him questioningly. 
"I heard you and Cassandra talking about the cross your brother sent and how you didn't want to wear it on a ribbon," he confessed.
Jane was overwhelmed, "Oh, Mr. Darcy, it is beautiful."
He took the chain and draped it around her throat, bestowing small, gentle kisses to the back of her neck.
Jane turned to face him again. She gently touched the necklace, "so near my heart, as you shall always be."   The Man Who Loved Jane Austen, 2006