Ms. Austen (Chapter 7, page 1 of 6)


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Chapter 7

Hampshire, 1816, Summer

It had been two months since Mr. Lefroy's brief visit to the countryside, and Jane found herself adjusting quite easily, back into the normalties of her life. It was a breathtaking sunny day, the air was just beginning to warm a bit at this, the start of summer. Surprising herself, she actually felt happy and content for once. She was walking along the fence on the outskirts of her property lightly plucking up daisies here and there. She had wanted to make a bouquet for her dear sister, Cassandra who had been stricken with an awful cold. She hummed as she walked, the tunes coming to her more easily than they had in the past. For if she was going to spend the rest of her life an old maid, she would do it with song.

A light breeze had picked up swaying the old oak back and forth, slowly. Perhaps I will walk a little longer, she thought to herself. It truly is a beautiful day. She felt as if she were surrounded by a painting of the best kind, landscape. For she did love the countryside much better than the noisy, cluttered city. She had absolutely detested London, the one time that she had visited it. She had gone to meet Mr. Lefroy and his uncle at their home. She was amazed at all that went on in the city, but soon became tired of it and longed to be home. When she and Tom had planned their life together in stories, the countryside is where they would live, surrounded by the creeks and streams, and paths they so adored. For she was a lady of simple taste, and needed not more than that. As she recalled, he had loved that about her.

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