If广州【夜场招聘2000模特.免台票.包住宿】你来上班、我订票。【不收台费、不收台费、无卡无任务】【包住宿、包住宿、报销路费】wai地的到了可以去接！大单小单都有【有你所想、有你所要】模特要求；身高158以上，18-32岁、五官端正，打扮得体 Emma had still, at intervals1, an anxious feeling for Harriet, a momentary2 doubt of its being possible for her to be really cured of her attachment3 to Mr. Knightley, and really able to accept another man from unbiased inclination4, it was not long that she had to suffer from the recurrence5 of any such uncertainty6. A very few days brought the party from London, and she had no sooner an opportunity of being one hour alone with Harriet, than she became perfectly7 satisfied–unaccountable as it was!– that Robert Martin had thoroughly8 supplanted9 Mr. Knightley, and was now forming all her views of happiness.
Harriet was a little distressed–did look a little foolish at first: but having once owned that she had been presumptuous11 and silly, and self-deceived, before, her pain and confusion seemed to die away with the words, and leave her without a care for the past, and with the fullest exultation12 in the present and future; for, as to her friend’s approbation13, Emma had instantly removed every fear of that nature, by meeting her with the most unqualified congratulations.– Harriet was most happy to give every particular of the evening at Astley’s, and the dinner the next day; she could dwell on it all with the utmost delight. But what did such particulars explain?– The fact was, as Emma could now acknowledge, that Harriet had always liked Robert Martin; and that his continuing to love her had been irresistible14.–Beyond this, it must ever be unintelligible15 to Emma.
The event, however, was most joyful16; and every day was giving her fresh reason for thinking so.–Harriet’s parentage became known. She proved to be the daughter of a tradesman, rich enough to afford her the comfortable maintenance which had ever been hers, and decent enough to have always wished for concealment17.–Such was the blood of gentility which Emma had formerly18 been so ready to vouch19 for!– It was likely to be as untainted, perhaps, as the blood of many a gentleman: but what a connexion had she been preparing for Mr. Knightley–or for the Churchills–or even for Mr. Elton!– The stain of illegitimacy, unbleached by nobility or wealth, would have been a stain indeed.