There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. The students passed Juicy Fruit sticks and notes back and forth, bartering various forms of social currency. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. He was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded.
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