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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 snuescast.com and on social media at Snuescast. This episode is brought to you by Enagreable Fortnite. Tonight, we shall read the next part to Persu, the last novel fully completed by Jane Austin 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. We will pick up at the tail end of chapter 14, where we ended last, and where Anne and Lady Russell visit the musk roves for Christmas. The two have very different opinions on the gathering, and finds the chaotic but cozy antics

of many young children, pleasant and soothing.

Lady Russell, on the other hand,

finds it overly loud and agitating.

Here we are watching Anne's inner growth,

her evolving relationships,

intergrowing clarity about her feelings and the people around her.

Let's get cozy.

Close your eyes.

Relax your body into the softness of your bed. Now take a few deep breaths. Elizabeth's last letter to Anne had communicated a piece of news of some interest. Mr. Elliott was in bath. He had called in Camden Place, had called a second time, a third had been pointedly attentive. If Elizabeth and her father did not deceive themselves, had been taking much pains to seek the acquaintance and proclaim the value of the connection as he had formerly taken pains to show neglect. This was very wonderful if it were true, and Lady Russell was in a state of very agreeable curiosity and perplexity about Mr. Elliott, already recanting the sentiment she had so lately expressed to Mary of his being a man whom she had no wish to see. She had a great wish to see him. If he really sought to reconcile himself like a dutiful branch, he must be forgiven for having dismembered himself from the paternal tree. And was not animated to an equal pitch by the circumstance, but she felt that she would rather see Mr. Elliott again than not, which was more than she could say for many other persons in Bath. She was put down in Camden Place and Lady Russell then drove to her own lodgings in Riversdreet. CHAPTER XV Sir Walter had taken a very good house in Camden Place, a lofty dignified situation, such as becomes a man of consequence, and both he and Elizabeth were settled there, much to their satisfaction. Anne entered it with a sinking heart, anticipating an imprisonment of many months, and anxiously saying to herself, oh, when shall I leave you again? a degree of unexpected cordiality, however, in the welcome she received did her good. Her father and sister were glad to see her, for the sake of showing her the house and furniture and met her with kindness. Her making a fourth when they sat down to, was noticed as an advantage. Mrs. Clay was very pleasant and very smiling, but her curses and smiles were more a matter of course. Anne had always felt that she would pretend what was proper on her arrival, but the The complacence of the others was unlooked for. They were evidently in excellent spirits, and she was soon to listen to the causes. They had no inclination to listen to her. After laying out for some compliments of being deeply regretted in their old neighborhood, which Anne could not pay. They had only a few faint inquiries to make before the talk must be all their own. Upper cross excited no interest? Kellynch very little. It was all bath. They had the pleasure of assuring her that Bath more than answered their expectations in every respect. Their house was undoubtedly the best encammed in place. Their drawing rooms had many decided advantages over all the others which they had either seen or heard of, and the superiority was not less in the style

of the fitting-up or the taste of the furniture. Their acquaintance was exceedingly sought after.

Everybody was wanting to visit them. They had drawn back from many introductions,

and still were perpetually having cards left by people of whom they knew nothing. Here were funds of enjoyment. Could Anne wonder that her father and sister were happy? She might not wonder, but she must sigh that her father should feel no degradation in his change. see nothing to regret in the duties and dignity of the resident landholder. Should find so much to be vain of in the littleness of a town, and she must sigh, and smile, and wonder too. As Elizabeth threw open the folding doors and walked with exaltation from one drawing room to the other, boasting of their space at the possibility of that woman who had been mistress of Kellynch Hall, finding extent to be proud of between two walls, perhaps thirty feet a sunder. But this was not all which they had to make them happy. They had Mr. Elliott too, and had a great deal to hear of Mr. Elliott. He was not only pardoned, they were delighted with him.

He had been in Bath about a fortnight. He had passed through Bath in November, in his way to London, when the intelligence of Sir Walter's being settled there had of course reached him.

Though only 24 hours in the place,

but he had not been able to avail himself of it. But he had now been a fortnight in Bath, and his first object on arriving had been to leave his card and camped in place, following it up by such as a sigous endeavors to meet. And when they did meet by such great openness of conduct, such readiness to apologize for the past, such solicitude to be received as a relation again, that their former good understanding was completely reestablished. They had not a fault to find in him. He had explained away all the appearance of neglect on his own side. It had originated in misapprehension entirely. He had never had an idea of throwing himself off. He had feared that he was thrown off, but knew not why, and delicacy had kept him silent. Upon the hints of having spoken disrespectfully or carelessly of the family and the family honors, he was quite indignant. He, who had ever boasted of being an Elliott, and whose feelings as to connection were only too strict to suit the unfudel tone of the present day. He was astonished indeed, but his character and general conduct must refute it. He could refer Sir Walter to all who knew him, and certainly the pains he had been taking on this, the first opportunity of reconciliation to be restored to the footing of a relation and air presumptive,

was a strong proof of his opinions on the subject.

The circumstances of his marriage, too, were found to admit of much extenuation.

This was an article not to be entered on by himself,

but a very intimate friend of his, a Colonel Wallace, a highly respectable man, perfectly the gentlemen, and not an ill-looking man Sir Walter at it, who was living in very good style in Marlboro buildings, and had, at his own particular request, been admitted to their acquaintance through Mr. Elliot, had mentioned one or two things relative to the marriage, which made a material difference in the discredit of it. Colonel Wallace had known Mr. Elliott long, and had been well acquainted also with his wife, had perfectly understood the whole story. She was certainly not a woman of family, but well-educated, accomplished, rich, and excessively in love with his friend. There had been the charm. She had sought him. Without that attraction, not all her money would have tempted Elliot, and Sir Walter was, moreover, assured of her having been a very fine woman. Here was a great deal to soften the business, a very fine woman with a large fortune and love with him. Sir Walter seemed to admit it as complete apology, and though Elizabeth could not see the circumstance in quite so favorable light, she allowed it to be a great extenuation. Mr. Elliott had called repeatedly, had dined with them once, evidently delighted by the distinction of being asked, for they gave no dinners in

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