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“The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. To her chagrin, he ignored her, and turned a venomous eye on his betrothed. “The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that this is very sudden. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. "All the wonderful things it is going to do! If I could only know for certain that my mother knew how happy I'm going to be!" "You love the memory of your mother?" "It is a part of my blood … my beautiful mother!" He saw Enschede, putting out to sea, alone, memories and regrets crowding upon his wake. "Oh no—no! You say this to terrify me—to try me. This is not what I want.
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