The novels and letters of Jane Austen . ooner, for on the stairshe was calling out to Miss Morland to be quick.*Make haste! make haste! as he threw open thedoor, put on your hat this moment; there is notime to be lost; we are going to Bristol. Howdye do, Mrs Allen? To Bristol! Is not that a great way off?But, however, I cannot go with you to-day,because I am engaged; I expect some friendsevery moment. This was of course vehem-ently talked down as no reason at all, MrsAllen was called on to second him, and the twoothers walked in, to give their assistance. Mysweetest Catherine, is not this deli
The novels and letters of Jane Austen . ooner, for on the stairshe was calling out to Miss Morland to be quick.*Make haste! make haste! as he threw open thedoor, put on your hat this moment; there is notime to be lost; we are going to Bristol. Howdye do, Mrs Allen? To Bristol! Is not that a great way off?But, however, I cannot go with you to-day,because I am engaged; I expect some friendsevery moment. This was of course vehem-ently talked down as no reason at all, MrsAllen was called on to second him, and the twoothers walked in, to give their assistance. Mysweetest Catherine, is not this delightful? Weshall have a most heavenly drive. You are tothank your brother and me for the scheme: itdarted into our heads at breakfast time, I verilybelieve at the same instant; and we should havebeen off* two hours ago, if it had not been forthis detestable rain. But it does not signify,the nights are moonlight, and we shall do delight-fully. Oh! I am in such extasies at the thoughtsof a little country air and quiet! so much better[102]. NORTHANGER ABBEY than going to the Lower Rooms. We shall drivedirectly to Clifton and dine there; and as soonas dinner is over, if there is time for it, go onto Kingsweston. I doubt our being able to do so much, saidMorland. You croaking fellow! cried Thorpe, weshall be able to do ten times more. Kingsweston!aye, and Blaize Castle too, and anything else wecan hear of; but here is your sister says she willnot go. Blaize Castle! cried Catherine; what isthat? The finest place in England; worth goingfifty miles at any time to see. What, is it really a castle, an old castle? The oldest in the kingdom. But is it like what one reads of? Exactly: the very same. But now, really, are there towers and longgalleries? By dozens. Then I should like to see it; but I cannot, Icannot go. Not go! my beloved creature, what do youmean? I cannot go, because (looking down as shespoke, fearful of Isabellas smile) I expect MissTilney and her brother to call on me to ta
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