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With a strong prejudice against everything he might say, she began his account of what had happened at Netherfield. (36.1)
Lizzy finally has the chance to learn who Mr. Darcy really is, but she's not interested—not at first. It takes a couple readings of his letter for her prejudices to start to fall away.
As to his real character, had information been in her power, she had never felt a wish of inquiring. His countenance, voice, and manner had established him at once in the possession of every virtue. (36.4)
When she thinks back, Lizzy admits that she was totally prejudiced toward Wickham. It's a good reminder that prejudice doesn't always mean disliking someone ahead of time; it can also mean deciding to like someone without any good reason.
She grew absolutely ashamed of herself. Of neither Darcy nor Wickham could she think without feeling she had been blind, partial, prejudiced, absurd. (36.7)
Ouch. We do not want to be Lizzy right now; this kind of self-awareness is super uncomfortable. She's admitting to herself that she's been exactly the kind of silly, prejudiced person she's always mocked.