Ms. Austen (Chapter 5, page 2 of 3)


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Chapter 5

As she continued to write, her anger seemed to calm and she smiled a bit, at her foolish thoughts. It is not Tom Lefroy with whom I am angry. Why I can be angry at no one other than myself for being so foolish as to think that we might be able to reconcile after so long. I let him get the best of me that day in the woods, but how could I not? For he is still as handsome and as charming as he once was. Maybe even more so. And the manner for which I behaved is absolutely embarrassing to say the least. Then to abruptly change my mind and go running to him like a woman half insane? She shook her head. I am far too old for such games. She began to write again, vowing to herself to push the thought of him out of her head for good. If anything, he had given her the will to write again.

With a soft knock at the door, Cassandra entered the room slowly, so as to not alarm Jane. She had been wanting to talk to her sister about the events of the day, and just knowing that Jane had come home so quickly only left one to suppose that there had been disappointment in the air. "Sister, you have not spoken a word since you arrived home. What of Mr. Lefroy? And his aunt?" she asked hastily. "What of Mr. Tom Lefroy you ask? Absolutely nothing Cassandra. I shall never speak of that man again."

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