• Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

Creative Writing - Elizabeth Bennet's Diary - Part 2. Our visit to Pemberley today has, if anything changed my perception completely.

Extracts from this document...

Introduction

Pride and Prejudice - Part 2 Dear Diary, Our visit to Pemberley today has, if anything changed my perception completely. Pemberley is a huge estate, and the grounds have a vast expanse. I have to stop and admire every beautiful point of view that we passed when driving in the carriage. It is truly a spectacular place. The grounds were not falsely adorned or organised in a constrained way so contrary to nature. In front, there was small brook, which altogether ameliorated the appearance of the house and grounds, but without any artificial appearance. This impressed me greatly, and did much to improve my opinion of Darcy. On entering the abode we were greeted cordially by the Darcys' housekeeper, a Mrs. Reynolds. She was elderly looking and very civil and respectable, much moreso than I had expected to find her. She led us on a short tour through the house. The interior of Pemberley was most impressive too - the furniture was tasteful without the oppressive air of obscene grandeur. ...read more.

Middle

I do not know who is good enough for him." I thought this perhaps going a bit far in praising him, but the woman read my countenance and said, "I say no more than the truth...I have never heard a cross word from him in all my life, and I have known him since he was four." I grew more and more astonished as she detailed the benevolence of Darcy as a master, landlord, friend and brother. Impressed as I was, my aunt voiced her thoughts thus, "Perhaps we might be deceived." But I knew otherwise- I said simply, "That is not likely, our authority is too good." Further on in our tour, in the picture gallery, I came upon a portrait of Mr. Darcy himself. It was a sight to be seen surely, and I never felt more gentle sensation towards the original. The smile he bore was one I recognised, the one I saw when he looked at me. ...read more.

Conclusion

Oh why, why, why? Why had I come to Pemberley, I thought. My face glowed with shame and mortification. What would his opinion of me be now? If we had only come ten minutes later, I could have avoided him, and the disgrace which had been brought on me... We then entered into a walk beside the stream, and although my aunt and uncle pointed out many beautiful things which caught their attention, I could not appreciate them, for my mind was so full of thoughts about Darcy. I thought perhaps that he was civil to me because, despite all that had happened, he still regarded me with some affection. But my humility led to believe that he had only behaved thus as he felt himself at ease in Pemberley. We were about to leave, when Mr. Darcy approached us again. I began to praise Pemberley, but then I perceived that my remarks might be misconstrued. So I said no more. He then asked my quietly if I might introduce him to my friends. This was a display of friendliness which I had not been expecting. ...read more.

The above preview is unformatted text

This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our GCSE Jane Austen section.

Found what you're looking for?

  • Start learning 29% faster today
  • 150,000+ documents available
  • Just £6.99 a month

Here's what a teacher thought of this essay

4 star(s)

This is a competent piece of writing that shows a good understanding of the original text and the characters from that text. There are a few errors that could have been omitted with a thorough proof read, but on the whole a successful piece of writing.

4 Stars

Marked by teacher Laura Gater 05/09/2013

Not the one? Search for your essay title...
  • Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

See related essaysSee related essays

Related GCSE Jane Austen essays

  1. Marked by a teacher

    English Horror Story - Creative Writing Coursework I was driving for about three ...

    4 star(s)

    "I'm afraid to say that the storm earlier on has cut all the telephone lines in the area. However, if you wish, I have a spare bedroom that you may sleep in." Again, I could not remember a storm or even bad weather on my journey.

  2. Marked by a teacher

    Creative Writing - Gothic Horror

    3 star(s)

    here so, after they died I had to come and live with my grandparents. That evening as I was sitting in the library reading in the west wing, I thought I heard someone walking along behind me but, when I looked around there was nothing there.

  1. Haunted house narrative writing. The house stood on the top of lonely hill. ...

    But beneath all the noise, was the terrible silence that overpowered every other sound. The voices were getting louder. I checked through almost all of the rooms until I was really exhausted. I paused for a second and went towards the windows.

  2. Betrayal in 'A View from the Bridge' by Arthur Miller

    sense of accomplishment because his brother has a chance to have residency "well - we did something".

  1. A Person I Admire. I admire Bill Gates very much. He is a talent ...

    He writes down this kind of motto in his notebook: "the opportunity adds the time to be equal to the money."

  2. The Deserted House

    I could then see how the patterned wallpaper was peeling from the walls due to the damp atmosphere, and the cobwebs were hanging in the corners of the room and between the furniture. The oddments of furniture were all in various states of collapse.

  1. Descriptive Writing: A beautiful landscape or natural scene which has stuck in your memory. ...

    This was paradise. The air danced with the delicious fragrance of Khubz and Aruz. This appetizing redolence reminded me of my beloved mothers Indian cooking. They had the same spicy touch to them. The delectable smell diffused from the cooking pot, glided through the air and constantly punched my nose, chanting 'eat me, eat me, eat me.'

  2. Imagine you were a soldier in World War One. Explore your feelings in a ...

    I miss everything - I miss your love - I miss home life. I can't wait to get home and see you, but the letters and photographs you are sending me keep my spirits high and remind me of why I am here and why all of us are doing this.

  • Over 160,000 pieces
    of student written work
  • Annotated by
    experienced teachers
  • Ideas and feedback to
    improve your own work