Letters of Jane Austen, Volume 1

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Bentley, 1884
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Page 63 - And what are you reading, miss — ? " " Oh ! it is only a novel ! " replies the young lady ; while she lays down her book with affected indifference, or momentary shame. " It is only Cecilia, or Camilla, or Belinda...
Page 64 - it is only a novel! " replies the young lady ; while she lays down her book with affected indifference, or momentary shame. " It is only Cecilia, or Camilla, or Belinda; " or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.
Page 257 - I have now attained the true art of letterwriting, which we are always told is to express on paper exactly what one would say to the same person by word of mouth. I have been talking to you almost as fast as I could the whole of this letter.
Page 63 - Sterne, are eulogized by a thousand pens, there seems almost a general wish of decrying the capacity and undervaluing the labour of the novelist, and of slighting the performances which have only genius, wit, and taste to recommend them. " I am no novel reader; I seldom look into novels ; do not imagine that / often read novels ; it is really very well for a novel.
Page 227 - I was sitting alone in the dining-room when an odd kind of crash startled me — in a moment afterwards it was repeated. I then went to the window, which I reached just in time to see the last of our two highly valued elms descend into the...
Page 148 - I should be waiting for dead men's shoes. I had once determined to go with Frank to-morrow and take my chance, &c., but they dissuaded me from so rash a step, as I really think on consideration it would have been; for if the Pearsons were not at home, I should inevitably fall a sacrifice to the arts of some fat woman who would make me drunk with small beer.
Page 208 - Dowdeswell with her yellow shawl airing out, and at the bottom of Kingsdown Hill we met a gentleman in a buggy, who, on minute examination, turned out to be Dr. Hall — and Dr. Hall in such very deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.
Page 57 - Their grief is in proportion to their affection, they know their loss to be irreparable, but in their deepest affliction they are consoled by a firm though humble hope that her charity, devotion, faith and purity, have rendered her soul acceptable in the sight of her REDEEMER.
Page 147 - It will hardly be in Frank's power to take me home, — nay, it certainly will not. I shall write again as soon as I get to Greenwich. What dreadful hot weather we have!
Page 253 - My Mother looks forward with as much certainty as you can do, to our keeping two Maids — my father is the only one not in the secret. We plan having a steady Cook, & a young giddy Housemaid, with a sedate, middle aged Man, who is to undertake the double office of Husband to the former & sweetheart to the latter. No Children of course to be allowed on either side.

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