Wednesday, April 7, 2010

jane austen

A doubt of her regard, supposing him to feel it, need not give him more than inquietude. It would not be likely to produce that dejection of mind which frequently attended him...Nay, the longer they were together, the more doubtful seemed the nature of his regard; and sometimes, for a few painful minutes, she believed it to be no more than friendship.

I used to be a Marianne, now I'm practicing being an Elinor. So far, so good.

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