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    ansfield Park by Jane Austen A PENN...
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    Jane Austen
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    Jane Austen
    Mansfield Park
    (1814)
    by
    Jane Austen
    (1775-1817)
    CHAPTER I
    ABOUT THIRTY YEARS AGO Miss Maria Ward, of Huntingdon, with
    only seven thousand pounds, had the good luck to captivate Sir
    Thomas Bertram, of Mansfield Park, in the county of Northampton,
    and to be thereby raised to the rank of a baronet’s lady, with all the
    comforts and consequences of an handsome house and large income
    All Huntingdon exclaimed on the greatness of the match,
    and her uncle, the lawyer, himself, necklace tiffany allowed her to be at least three
    thousand pounds short of any equitable claim to itShe had two
    sisters to be benefited by her elevation; and such of their acquaintance
    as thought Miss Ward and Miss Frances quite as handsome as
    Miss Maria, did not scruple to predict their marrying with almost
    equal advantageBut there certainly are not so many men of large
    fortune in the world as there are pretty women to deserve them
    Miss Ward, at the end of half a dozen years, found herself obliged to
    be attached to the RevNorris, a friend of her brother-in-law,
    with scarcely any private fortune, and Miss Frances fared yet worse
    Miss Ward’s match, indeed, when it came to the point, was not
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    Mansfield Park
    contemptible: Sir Thomas being happily able to give his friend an
    income in the living of Mansfield; and MrNorris began
    their career of conjugal felicity with very little less than a thousand
    a yearBut Miss Frances married, in the common phrase, to disoblige
    her family, and by fixing on a lieutenant of marines, without education,
    fortune, or connexions, did it very thoroughlyShe could hardly
    have made a more untoward choiceSir Thomas Bertram had interest,
    which, from principle as well as pride—from a general wish of
    doing right, and a desire of seeing all that were connected with him
    in situations of respectability, he would have been glad to exert for
    the advantage of Lady Bertram’s sister; but her husband’s profession
    was such as no interest could reach; and before he had time to devise
    any other method of assisting them, an absolute breach between
    the sisters had taken placeIt was the natural prada bowler handbag result of the
    conduct of each party, and such as a very imprudent marriage almost
    always producesTo save herself from useless remonstrance,
    MrsPrice never wrote to her family on the subject till actually
    marriedLady Bertram, who was a woman of very tranquil feelings,
    and a temper remarkably easy and indolent, would have contented
    herself with merely giving up her sister, and thinking no more of
    the matter; but MrsNorris had a spirit of activity, which could not
    be satisfied till she had written a long and angry letter to Fanny, to
    point out the folly of her conduct, and threaten her with all its
    possible ill consequencesPrice, in her turn, was injured and
    angry; and an answer, which comprehended each sister in its bitterness,
    and bestowed such very disrespectful reflections on the pride
    of Sir Thomas as MrsNorris could not possibly keep to herself, put
    an end to all intercourse between them for a considerable period
    Their homes were so distant, and the circles in which they moved
    so distinct, as almost to preclude the means of ever hearing of each
    other’s existence during the eleven following years, or, at least, to
    make it very wonderful to Sir Thomas that MrsNorris should ever
    have it in her power to tell them, as she now and then did, in an
    angry voice, that Fanny had got another childBy the end of eleven
    years, however, MrsPrice could no longer afford to cherish pride or
    resentment, or to lose one connexion that might possibly assist her
    A large and still increasing family, an husband disabled for active
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    Jane Austen
    service, but not the less equal to company and good liquor, fake louis vuitton bags and a
    very small income to supply their wants, made her eager to regain
    the friends she had so carelessly sacrificed; and she addressed Lady
    Bertram in a letter which spoke so much contrition and despondence,
    such a superfluity of children, and such a want of almost
    everything else, as could not but dispose them all to a reconciliation
    She was preparing for her ninth lying-in; and after bewailing
    the circumstance, and imploring their countenance as sponsors to
    the expected child, she could not conceal how important she felt
    they might be to the future maintenance of the eight already in
    beingHer eldest was a boy of ten years old, a fine spirited fellow,
    who longed to be out in the world; but what could she do? Was
    there any chance of his being hereafter useful to Sir Thomas in the
    concerns of his West Indian property? No situation would be beneath
    him; or what did Sir Thomas think of Woolwich? or how
    could a boy be sent out to the East?
    The letter was not unproductiveIt re-established peace and kindness
    Sir Thomas sent friendly advice and professions, Lady Bertram
    dispatched money and baby-linen, and MrsNorris wrote the letters
    Such were its immediate effects, and within a twelvemonth a more
    important advantage to MrsPrice resulted from itNorris was
    often observing to the others that she could not get her poor sister
    and her family out of her head, and that, much as they had all done
    for her, she seemed to be wanting to do more; and at length she
    could not but own it to be her wish that poor MrsPrice should be
    relieved from the charge and expense of one child entirely out of d&g bag her
    great number“What if they were among them to undertake the
    care of her eldest daughter, a girl now nine years old, of an age to
    require more attention than her poor mother could possibly give?
    The trouble and expense of it to them would be nothing, compared
    with the benevolence of the action Lady Bertram agreed with her
    instantly“I think we cannot do better,” said she; “let us send for
    the child
    Sir Thomas could not give so instantaneous and unqualified a
    consentHe debated and hesitated;—it was a serious charge;—a
    girl so brought up must be adequately provided for, or there would
    be cruelty instead of kindness in taking her from her familyHe
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    Mansfield Park
    thought of his own four children, of his two sons, of cousins in love,
    etc—but no sooner had he deliberately begun to state his objections,
    than MrsNorris interrupted him with a reply to them all,
    whether stated or not
    “My dear Sir Thomas, I perfectly comprehend you, and do justice
    to the generosity and delicacy of your notions, which indeed are
    quite of a piece with your general conduct; and I entirely agree with
    you in the main as to the propriety of doing everything one could
    by way of providing for a child one had in a manner taken into one’s
    own hands; and I am sure I should be the last person in the world to
    withhold my mite upon such an occasionHaving no children of
    my own, who should I look to in any little matter I may ever have to
    bestow, but the children of my sisters?—and I am sure MrNorris is
    too just—but you know I am a woman of few words and professions
    Do not let us be frightened from a good deed by a tiffany 925 silver jewelry trifle
    12:45a
    He was only just beginning to appreciate what had...
    He was only just beginning to appreciate what had happened
    "The others - everybody at the wedding -"
    "We can't worry about that now," whispered Hermione"It's you they're after, Harry, and we'll just put everyone in even more danger by going back
    "She's right," said Ron, who seemed to know that Harry was about to argue, even if he could not see his face"Most of the Order was there, they'll look after everyone
    Harry nodded, then remembered that they could not see him, and said, "Yeah But he thought of Ginny, and fear bubbled like acid in his stomach
    "Come on, I think we ought to keep moving," said Hermione
    They moved back up the side street and onto the main road again, where a group of men on the opposite side was singing and weaving across the pavement
    "Just as a matter of interest, why Tottenham Court Road?" Ron asked Hermione
    "I've no idea, it just popped into my head, but I'm sure we're safer out in the Muggle world, it's not where they'll expect us to be
    "True," said Ron, looking around, "but don't you feel a bit - exposed?"
    "Where else is there?" asked Hermione, cringing as the men on the other side of omega aqua terra watch the road started wolf-whistling at her"We can hardly book rooms at the Leaky Cauldron, can we? And Grimmauld Place is out if Snape can get in thereI suppose we could try my parents' home, though I think there's a chance they might check thereOh, I wish they'd shut up!"
    "All right, darling?" the drunkest of the men on the other pavement was yelling"Fancy a drink? Ditch ginger and come and have a pint!"
    "Let's sit down somewhere," Hermione said hastily as Ron opened his mouth to shout back across the road"Look, this will do, in here!"
    It was a small and shabby all-night caf\a233A light layer of grease lay on all the Formica-topped tables, but it was at least emptyHarry slipped into a booth first and Ron sat next to him opposite Hermione, who had her back to the entrance and did not like it: She glanced over her shoulder so frequently she appeared to have a twitchHarry did not like being stationary; walking had given the illusion that they had a goalBeneath the Cloak he could feel the last vestiges of Polyjuice leaving him, his hands returning to their usual length and shapeHe pulled his glasses out of his pocket louis vuitton galliera pm bag and put them on again
    After a minute or two, Ron said, "You know, we're not far from the Leaky Cauldron here, it's only in Charing Cross -"
    "Ron, we can't!" said Hermione at once
    "Not to stay there, but to find out what's going on!"
    "We know what's going on! Voldemort's taken over the Ministry, what else do we need to know?"
    "Okay, okay, it was just an idea!" They relapsed into a prickly silenceThe gum-chewing waitress shuffled over and Hermione ordered two cappuccinos: As Harry was invisible, it would have looked odd to order him oneA pair of burly workmen entered the caf\a233 and squeezed into the next boothHermione dropped her voice to a whisper
    "I say we find a quiet place to Disapparate and head for the countrysideOnce we're there, we could send a message to the Order
    "Can you do that talking Patronus thing, then?" asked Ron
    "I've been practicing and I think so," said Hermione
    "Well, as long as it doesn't get them into trouble, though they might've been arrested alreadyGod, that's revolting," Ron added after one sip of the foamy, grayish coffeeThe waitress had heard; she shot Ron a nasty look as she shuffled tiffany & co. jewelry off to take the new customers' ordersThe larger of the two workmen, who was blond and quite huge, now that Harry came to look at him, waved her awayShe stared, affronted
    "Let's get going, then, I don't want to drink this muck," said Ron"Hermione, have you got Muggle money to pay for this?"
    "Yes, I took out all my Building Society savings before I came to the BurrowI'll bet all the change is at the bottom," sighed Hermione, reaching for her beaded bag
    The two workmen made identical movements, and Harry mirrored them without conscious thought: All three of them drew their wandsRon, a few seconds late in realizing what was going on, lunged across the table, pushing Hermione sideways onto her benchThe force of the Death Eaters' spells shattered the tiled wall where Ron's head had just been, as Harry, still invisible, yelled, "\iStupefy!\i"
    The great blond Death Eater was hit in the face by a jet of red light: He slumped sideways, unconsciousHis companion, unable to see who had cast the spell, fired another at Ron: Shining black ropes flew from his wand-tip and bound Ron head to foot - the waitress screamed and ran vintage chanel jewelry for the door - Harry sent another Stunning Spell at the Death Eater with the twisted face who had tied up Ron, but the spell missed, rebounded on the window, and hit the waitress, who collapsed in front of the door
    "\iExpulso!\i" bellowed the Death Eater, and the table behind which Harry was standing blew up: The force of the explosion slammed him into the wall and he felt his wand leave his hand as the Cloak slipped off him
    "\iPetrificus Totalus!\i" screamed Hermione from out of sight, and the Death Eater fell forward like a statue to land with a crunching thud on the mess of broken china, table, and coffeeHermione crawled out from underneath the bench, shaking bits of glass ashtray out of her hair and trembling all over
    "\iD-diffindo,\i" she said, pointing her wand at Ron, who roared in pain as she slashed open the knee of his jeans, leaving a deep cut"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ron, my hand's shaking! \iDiffindo!\i"
    The severed ropes fell awayRon got to his feet, shaking his arms to regain feeling in themHarry picked up his wand and climbed over all the debris to where the large blond Death Eater was sprawled across the rolex watches for ladies b

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