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Gnonnet by end-user Greg Fraser

June 30, 2009

All This Hospitality and Kindness

All this hospitality and kindness,
it does not accept the first thing. Small,
he wants me—in view and not to smile. Yes,
I thought he had heard and seen it all . . .
Noble look. Rich and so. Promises
of faith and correspondence. On the evening
of “every thing go well and the oh!” he says
we’ll wed. I never have been a real thing.
We talk of the whole, the usual hour
of exploring, how ladies can never think
of pushing the paper. I protest against our
laughter now. I grow more frightened and sink
into fearful affection. London—it is
entirely a mistake. Candles everywhere. His.

Text: Jane Austen, Emma

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