Ms. Austen (Chapter 3, page 2 of 11)


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Chapter 3

Jane felt a pang of guilt as she walked along the wooded path that she so dearly loved. For she had been untruthful in saying that she would be in London that day. How silly of me, she thought. London? I do not ever travel anywhere, and of course not London. For in London, was her Mr. Lefroy, the man for which she could never be acquainted again. She just couldn't bring her heart anymore misery, not that misery, ever again. Although many years had passed since they had last said goodbye, the pain was as fresh as ever.

As she walked, she allowed her thoughts to drift once more, into the arms of a man that she had held so dear as a young woman. How she had loved his warm smile, and mischievous manner. She felt her heart race as though he were standing right before her. Oh silly woman, she thought. Here you are alone, an old maid of sorts, fawning over a mere memory. How her heart was broken so, she had never allowed herself to love another, and never would. For it was he that she had dreamed of each night, his soft tender caress, the feel of his naked skin against hers, as if they would just melt into one another and make love for the rest of their lives. Of course, Jane knew not much of lovemaking. For she had never been with a man in that way. But she could imagine what it might be like with him.

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