Ms. Austen (Chapter 1, page 2 of 3)


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Chapter 1

And to think that the possibility may exist that Jane had never fallen in love with another after all of these years, was simply absurd. Now and again, he would allow himself the simple pleasure of a daytime reverie or two. He often imagined the life that could have been if not for the hurtful truth of it all. You did not marry for affection, you married for wealth. Wealth it seemed, was something they both would lack therefore making it impossible to marry. But affection, they had plenty of. Watchful stares would be the beginning of it, a dance or two followed by somewhat innocent conversation. Soon it would become something neither had ever imagined, something unattainable by most.

Simply the sensation of her hand nearly caressing his while on a walk would prove to be most difficult.

And then, he would break from his dream to the placid reality of his own life. He had long lost touch with the woman he had married, and it was his good fortune that his wealth had provided a house large enough for them to narrowly miss each other when the chance arose. But he had noticed something unusual about the way she carried herself in the passing days. She would become paler with each day and would soon discover her own misfortune. For she would become gravely ill, leaving behind her daughter and misguided husband to fend for themselves.

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