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Title: The novels and letters of Jane Austen
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Austen, Jane, 1775-1817 Johnson, R. Brimley (Reginald Brimley), 1867-1932
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Publisher: New York : F.S. Holby
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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mestrangers. How do you like them? Hush! they will hear you. Never mind if they do. It is only thePalmers. Charlotte is very pretty, I can tell you.You may see her if you look this way. As Elinor was certain of seeing her in a coupleof minutes, without taking that liberty, shebegged to be excused. Where is Marianne? Has she run away be-cause we are come? I see her instrument is open. She is walking, I believe. They were now joined by Mrs Jennings, whohad not patience enough to wait till the door wasopen before she told her story. She came hal-looing to the window, How do you do, my dear?How does Mrs Dash wood do? And where areyour sisters? What! all alone! you will be gladof a little company to sit with you. I havebrought my other son and daughter to see you.Only think of their coming so suddenly! Ithought I heard a carriage last night, while wewere drinking our tea, but it never entered myhead that it could be them. I thought of nothingbut whether it might not be Colonel Brandon(144)
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SENSE AND SENSIBILITY, come back again; so I said to Sir John, I dothink I hear a carriage; perhaps it is ColonelBrandon come back again Elinor was obliged to turn from her, in themiddle of her story, to receive the rest of theparty; Lady Middleton introduced the twostrangers; Mrs Dash wood and Margaret camedownstairs at the same time, and they all sat downto look at one another, while Mrs Jennings con-tinued her story as she walked through the pas-sage into the parlour, attended by Sir John. Mrs Palmer was several years younger thanLady Middleton, and totally unlike her in everyrespect. She was short and plump, had a verypretty face, and the finest expression of goodhumour in it that could possibly be. Her man-ners were by no means so elegant as her sisters,but they were much more prepossessing. Shecame in with a smile—smiled all the time of hervisit, except when she laughed, and smiled whenshe went away. Her husband was a grave look-ing young man of five or six and twenty, with an

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