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Well, aren't you his fan? "Do you have something else in mind?" he asks in a normal tone of voice, ignoring my question. How rude! I scowl, but I’m hardly affected. "Um . . . Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen," I tell him. "Or maybe . . . Sense and Sensibility?" I contradict my own choices, and he smiles at it. "Is Jane Austen your favorite?" he asks, a sweet glow in his cool eyes. "If we're speaking of Classic romance, then yes, she's my favorite. I prefer happy ending than tragedies, and Jane Austen always grants my wish." I go dreamy; oblivious of whom I'm talking to.

hmm that's good you should go" Jane went into his room but didn't find him there, she didn't where else to look when she was about to go ask Estella when she saw the door to the study slightly open, he must be there she thought She knocked but nobody answered, she knocked again but still no answer she pushed the door slightly and poked inside and found out that he was inside She went inside but he didn't seem to notice her, he was sitting so elegantly on the chair, and he looked deep in thought Even though he was not smiling he still looked so handsome and irresistible, she wondered how many girlfriends he must have He was looking at something in a case, definitely not an earing, probably a

Elaine said, appreciating the concern. Elaine and I chatted into the night, I noticed her eyes light up as she talked about her favorite books. "Have you read any of Jane Austen's novels?" she asked me excitedly. "Yes! Pride and Prejudice is one of my all-time favorites," I replied, smiling at her enthusiasm. "Oh my gosh, I love that one too! Mr. Darcy is just so swoon-worthy," Elaine gushed, her cheeks turning pink. I laughed at her reaction. "I have to admit, I may have a bit of a crush on him myself."

At her feet, there were four books. All written by Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice. Sense and sensibility. Persuasion. Emma. She had another book open in her hands, and when she looked up at me, flashing me a smile that showed off her perfect pearly white teeth, my heart skipped. She was angelic. For a moment, I didn't move. Couldn't. I didn't speak either – just stood there gawking at the beauty of her. She must have thought I was awkward.

That man had the world's greatest blessing, yet he didn't know how to appreciate her! ... Meanwhile, at the Collins family's home in Easton, Jane whispered, "What do you mean you can't find them? How can you not find three living people?" The butler also lowered his voice. "Mrs. Collins, we've already sent everyone we could, but we still can't find anyone. Was … was there maybe an error in your information?" Jane couldn't resist raising her voice. "No way there's an error! I went to get these three people …"

“This visit was unexpected, I know. I should respect you more and give you space to think of things, but this is who I am, Eve. For you, I’m impatient and selfish. Next time, let’s meet whenever and wherever you want. I’ll meet you there.” He put on his denim, unbuttoned. Exposing the upper part of his rippled chest. He fixed them on as he went out. *** Getting home, Jane wore a pink jumpsuit, resting her back on two giant pillows with her legs on the bed. She was reading ‘EVE’ by Rose George, which was her favourite book on W*****d. Alice had a navy blue culotte dress with her black hair held up in a loose bun. A worried look spread across her freckled face as she stared at Jane.

Tiffany added, “Communication could’ve saved them both.” Mr. Robert scribbled notes. “Well done. You may sit.” Mr. Robert adjusted his glasses and gestured toward the front. “Next pair: Jake and Janna.” Jake shot Janna a playful wink, making her roll her eyes as they grabbed their project materials and walked to the front of the classroom. “Our project is about *Pride and Prejudice* by Jane Austen,” Janna began, her voice steady and confident. “It’s a classic novel that explores themes of love, social class, and personal growth.”

She noticed my blank expression and threw up her hands in frustration which made me want to laugh but I kept my face neutral. "It's a corset top. It needs to tied up real tight from behind." She explained like I was a five year old and I cleared my throat as my mind was thinking about all the ways I could rip it apart and caress her waist from behind. "You could have asked for help from your stylist. Where are they?" I asked, looking around to find no one in sight. I noticed a copy of Persuasion by Jane Austen on her bed and a bathrobe. I've noticed her reading this book multiple times this week.

“I can’t sleep, so I’m looking for a book to read.” The butler stood at the door and squinted his eyes slightly. He asked without changing his expression. “Then, did you find your book, Madam?” “Y-Yes.” Jane was smiling a bit forcefully. She pointed at the floor. “It’s this one.” Mr. Oakes walked inside and stood half a meter away from Jane. “Madam, it’s late. You should go back to your room.” “Alright, I’ll go now.” She turned around hurriedly and walked toward the door of the study. When she passed by Mr. Oakes, she let out a sigh of relief in secret. Thank God she managed to deceive him.

’ My feet carried me slowly, across the room, my fingertips brushing against the shelves before picking up a book. Persuasion by Jane Austen. Nostalgia hit me like a train. “It's still here…” I whispered, picking up another book. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. I flipped through the pages, inhaling the faint smell of old papers. “It's all here, Andrew.” I croaked. “I know…” he whispered. “What do you two want?” A haggard voice asked, walking close to us. My eyes landed on a wrinkly figure, a cane to balance her as she walked closer.