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Although Jane Austen is best known for novels such as Pride and Prejudice that deal with romantic entanglements and class conflicts, she was also a skilled essayist and humor writer. In "Love and Freindship" (sic), Austen sends up the epistolary novels that were popular in her day, as well as skewering some of the satire-worthy ideas about love and marriage that were common in the era.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 novembre 2010
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781775450030
Langue	English

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LOVE AND FREINDSHIP [SIC]
AND OTHER EARLY WORKS
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JANE AUSTEN

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Love and Freindship [sic] And Other Early Works First published in 1790 ISBN 978-1-775450-03-0 © 2010 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
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LOVE AND FREINDSHIP Letter the First - From Isabel to Laura Letter 2nd - Laura to Isabel Letter 3rd - Laura to Marianne Letter 4th - Laura to Marianne Letter 5th - Laura to Marianne Letter 6th - Laura to Marianne Letter 7th - Laura to Marianne Letter 8th - Laura to Marianne, in Continuation Letter the 9th - From the Same to the Same Letter 10th - Laura in Continuation Letter 11th - Laura in Continuation Letter the 12th - Laura in Continuation Letter the 13th - Laura in Continuation Letter the 14th - Laura in Continuation Letter the 15th - Laura in Continuation AN UNFINISHED NOVEL IN LETTERS Lesley Castle Letter the First is from Miss Margaret Lesley to Miss Charlotte Letter the Second from Miss C. Lutterell to Miss M. Lesley in Answer Letter the Third from Miss Margaret Lesley to Miss C. Lutterell Lesley Letter the Fourth from Miss C. Lutterell to Miss M. Lesley Bristol Letter the Fifth Miss Margaret Lesley to Miss Charlotte Lutterell Letter the Sixth Lady Lesley to Miss Charlotte Lutterell Lesley-Castle Letter the Seventh from Miss C. Lutterell to Miss M. Lesley Bristol Letter the Eighth Miss Lutterell to Mrs Marlowe Letter the Ninth Mrs Marlowe to Miss Lutterell Grosvenor Street Letter the Tenth from Miss Margaret Lesley to Miss Charlotte Lutterell THE HISTORY OF ENGLAND A COLLECTION OF LETTERS Letter the First from a Mother to Her Freind Letter the Second from a Young Lady Crossed in Love to Her Freind Letter the Third from a Young Lady in Distressed Circumstances to HerFreind Letter the Fourth from a Young Lady Rather Impertinent to Her Freind Letter the Fifth from a Young Lady Very Much in Love to Her Freind THE FEMALE PHILOSOPHER THE FIRST ACT OF A COMEDY A Letter from a Young Lady A Tour through Wales—In a Letter from a Young Lady A TALE Endnotes
LOVE AND FREINDSHIP
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TO MADAME LA COMTESSE DE FEUILLIDE THIS NOVEL IS INSCRIBED BY HER OBLIGED HUMBLE SERVANT
THE AUTHOR.
"Deceived in Freindship and Betrayed in Love."
Letter the First - From Isabel to Laura
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How often, in answer to my repeated intreaties that you would give myDaughter a regular detail of the Misfortunes and Adventures of yourLife, have you said "No, my freind never will I comply with your requesttill I may be no longer in Danger of again experiencing such dreadfulones."
Surely that time is now at hand. You are this day 55. If a womanmay ever be said to be in safety from the determined Perseverance ofdisagreeable Lovers and the cruel Persecutions of obstinate Fathers,surely it must be at such a time of Life. Isabel
Letter 2nd - Laura to Isabel
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Altho' I cannot agree with you in supposing that I shall never again beexposed to Misfortunes as unmerited as those I have already experienced,yet to avoid the imputation of Obstinacy or ill-nature, I will gratifythe curiosity of your daughter; and may the fortitude with which I havesuffered the many afflictions of my past Life, prove to her a usefullesson for the support of those which may befall her in her own. Laura
Letter 3rd - Laura to Marianne
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As the Daughter of my most intimate freind I think you entitled to thatknowledge of my unhappy story, which your Mother has so often solicitedme to give you.
My Father was a native of Ireland and an inhabitant of Wales; my Motherwas the natural Daughter of a Scotch Peer by an italian Opera-girl—Iwas born in Spain and received my Education at a Convent in France.
When I had reached my eighteenth Year I was recalled by my Parents tomy paternal roof in Wales. Our mansion was situated in one of the mostromantic parts of the Vale of Uske. Tho' my Charms are now considerablysoftened and somewhat impaired by the Misfortunes I have undergone, Iwas once beautiful. But lovely as I was the Graces of my Person were theleast of my Perfections. Of every accomplishment accustomary to my sex,I was Mistress. When in the Convent, my progress had always exceeded myinstructions, my Acquirements had been wonderfull for my age, and I hadshortly surpassed my Masters.
In my Mind, every Virtue that could adorn it was centered; it was theRendez-vous of every good Quality and of every noble sentiment.
A sensibility too tremblingly alive to every affliction of my Freinds,my Acquaintance and particularly to every affliction of my own, was myonly fault, if a fault it could be called. Alas! how altered now! Tho'indeed my own Misfortunes do not make less impression on me than theyever did, yet now I never feel for those of an other. My accomplishmentstoo, begin to fade—I can neither sing so well nor Dance so gracefullyas I once did—and I have entirely forgot the MINUET DELA COUR. Adeiu.Laura.
Letter 4th - Laura to Marianne
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Our neighbourhood was small, for it consisted only of your Mother. Shemay probably have already told you that being left by her Parentsin indigent Circumstances she had retired into Wales on eoconomicalmotives. There it was our freindship first commenced. Isobel was thenone and twenty. Tho' pleasing both in her Person and Manners (betweenourselves) she never possessed the hundredth part of my Beauty orAccomplishments. Isabel had seen the World. She had passed 2 Years atone of the first Boarding-schools in London; had spent a fortnight inBath and had supped one night in Southampton.
"Beware my Laura (she would often say) Beware of the insipid Vanitiesand idle Dissipations of the Metropolis of England; Beware of theunmeaning Luxuries of Bath and of the stinking fish of Southampton."
"Alas! (exclaimed I) how am I to avoid those evils I shall neverbe exposed to? What probability is there of my ever tasting theDissipations of London, the Luxuries of Bath, or the stinking Fish ofSouthampton? I who am doomed to waste my Days of Youth and Beauty in anhumble Cottage in the Vale of Uske."
Ah! little did I then think I was ordained so soon to quit that humbleCottage for the Deceitfull Pleasures of the World. Adeiu Laura.
Letter 5th - Laura to Marianne
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One Evening in December as my Father, my Mother and myself, werearranged in social converse round our Fireside, we were on a suddengreatly astonished, by hearing a violent knocking on the outward door ofour rustic Cot.
My Father started—"What noise is that," (said he.) "It sounds like aloud rapping at the door"—(replied my Mother.) "it does indeed." (criedI.) "I am of your opinion; (said my Father) it certainly does appearto proceed from some uncommon violence exerted against our unoffendingdoor." "Yes (exclaimed I) I cannot help thinking it must be somebody whoknocks for admittance."
"That is another point (replied he;) We must not pretend to determineon what motive the person may knock—tho' that someone DOES rap at thedoor, I am partly convinced."
Here, a 2d tremendous rap interrupted my Father in his speech, andsomewhat alarmed my Mother and me.
"Had we better not go and see who it is? (said she) the servants areout." "I think we had." (replied I.) "Certainly, (added my Father)by all means." "Shall we go now?" (said my Mother,) "The sooner thebetter." (answered he.) "Oh! let no time be lost" (cried I.)
A third more violent Rap than ever again assaulted our ears. "I amcertain there is somebody knocking at the Door." (said my Mother.)"I think there must," (replied my Father) "I fancy the servants arereturned; (said I) I think I hear Mary going to the Door." "I'm glad ofit (cried my Father) for I long to know who it is."
I was right in my conjecture; for Mary instantly entering the Room,informed us that a young Gentleman and his Servant were at the door, whohad lossed their way, were very cold and begged leave to warm themselvesby our fire.
"Won't you admit them?" (said I.) "You have no objection, my Dear?"(said my Father.) "None in the World." (replied my Mother.)
Mary, without waiting for any further commands immediately left the roomand quickly returned introducing the most beauteous and amiable Youth, Ihad ever beheld. The servant she kept to herself.
My natural sensibility had already been greatly affected by thesufferings of the unfortunate stranger and no sooner did I first beholdhim, than I felt that on him the happiness or Misery of my future Lifemust depend. Adeiu Laura.
Letter 6th - Laura to Marianne
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The noble Youth informed us that his name was Lindsay—for particularreasons however I shall conceal it under that of Talbot. He told us thathe was the son of an English Baronet, that his Mother had been for manyyears no more and that he had a Sister of the middle size. "My Father(he continued) is a mean and mercenary wretch—it is only to suchparticular freinds as this Dear Party that I would thus betray hisfailings. Your Virtues my amiable Polydore (addressing himself to myfather) yours Dear Claudia and yours my Charming Laura call on me torepose in you, my confidence." We bowed. "My Father seduced by the falseglare of Fortune and the Deluding Pomp of Title, insisted on my givingmy hand to Lady Dorothea. No never exclaimed I. Lady Dorothea is lovelyand Engaging; I prefer no woman to her; but know Sir, that I scorn tomarry her in compliance with your Wishes. No! Never shall it be saidthat I obliged my Father."
We all admired the noble Manliness of his reply. He continued.
"Sir Edward was surp