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You're built to win it. Welcome to snoozecast, the podcast designed to help you fall asleep. Find and connect with us on snoozecast.com and on social media at snoozecast. This episode is brought to you by a warm and amiable heart. Tonight, we shall read the next part to Persuasion, the last novel fully completed by Jane Austen and published in 1817. The story concerns Anne Elliott, an English woman whose family moves in order to lower their expenses by renting their home to an admiral and his wife. In the last episode, the off-season tourists to the beach town of Lime become acquainted with Captain Wentworth's friends, Captain and Mrs. Harville, along with Captain Benwick. At a dinner party, Anne spends the evening chatting about poetry and literature with the Mancholic Captain Benwick. The next day, a gentleman stranger seems captivated with Anne's fine looks, which seem to have regained their earlier charms amidst the fresh air and change of scene. In the last chapter, along with this episode, there is mention of the cob that tourists visit in Lime. The cob is a real life harbor wall, originally constructed in ancient times, to act as a breakwater to protect the ships and the town. To this day, no one knows for sure when it was originally constructed or why it is called the Cobb. We will pick up within Chapter 12. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes.

Relax your body into the softness of your bed.

Now, take a few deep breaths. Captain Wentworth, along with the Miss Musgroves and Anne, returned to the inn after their morning stroll along the beach, and, in passing afterwards quickly from her own chamber to their dining room, he had nearly run again into the same gentleman they had passed on the beach earlier, as he came out of an adjoining apartment. She had before conjectured him to be a stranger like themselves, and determined that a well-looking groom, who was strolling about near the two ends as they came back, should be his servant. Both Master and Man, being in mourning, assisted the idea. It was now proved that he belonged to the same inn as themselves. in the second meeting, short as it was, also proved again by the gentleman's looks that he thought hers very lovely, and by the readiness and propriety of his apologies that he was a man of exceedingly good manners. seemed about 30, and though not handsome, had an agreeable person.

And felt that she would like to know who he was. They had nearly done breakfast when the sound of a carriage, almost the first they had heard since entering Lyme, drew half the party to the window. It was a gentleman's carriage, a curacle, but only coming round from the stable yard to the front door. Somebody must be going away. It was driven by a servant in mourning. The word curacle made Charles Musgrove jump up that he might compare it with his own. The servant in mourning roused Anne's curiosity, and the whole six were collected to look. By the time the owner of the Curacle was to be seen issuing from the door amidst the boughs and civilities of the household, and taking a seat to drive off. Ah! cried Captain Wentworth instantly, and with half a glance at Anne, it is the very man we passed. The Miss Musgroves agreed to it, and having all kindly watched him as far up the hill as they could, they returned to the breakfast table.

The waiter came in, soon afterwards.

Pray, said Captain Wentworth immediately.

Can you tell us the name of the gentleman who has just gone away?

Yes, sir, a Mr. Elliot, a gentleman of large fortune, came in last night from Siddmouth. Death.

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