…some tender sonnet, fraught with the apt analogy of the declining year, with declining happiness,
and the images of youth and hope and spring all gone together, blessed her memory.
Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted.
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Exodus of the Worms, Ch. 02:13:1 “Persuasion”, 2 & 1, c. 2013
Quotes from Jane Austen’s “Persuasion.”