text: "-- "Pshaw!" interrupted Darcy "what is the heiress of Lipscombe Park to me?--a girl who might claim alliance with the wealthiest and noblest of the land--to me who have just that rag of property enough to keep from open shame one miserable biped? Can a man never make a general reflection upon one of the most general of all topics without being met by a personal allusion? I thought you had been superior Griffith to this dull and hackneyed retort