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The muslin gown that she is currently wearing -- for she had recently been invited to attend dinner with a nearby acquaintance; for want of better entertainment she had agreed and was in the midst of her travels when she was unceremoniously swept from the country road -- is rather fine and quite well-suited to her complexion, it being light and fair, and her fine-spun blonde hair is styled in a fashionable manner; carefully curled and pinned up. Her outfit and decoration may bespeak vanity and a certain softness in spirit, but on the contrary, there is a faintly shrewd and arch quality to her facial features and current expression; they are lacking in such gentleness that is appropriate for and expected in members of the fairer sex, though she is none less attractive for it.
The former physical description has a sole purpose of setting down her general character, dear reader, for when she enters the room (as she will, once this passage is completed), an expression of utter surprise will cross her face at finding herself so remotely removed from the road that she had been walking upon and in such strange of a new location. This expression, however, is soon replaced by one of sharp interest mingled with curiousity, which will come at no surprise after such description of her features.
Caroline Knightley's entrance into the room complete, she is surprisingly calm in the face of this unexpected happening -- her younger sister, who has a more unfortunate constitution, would have fainted straightaway -- and a surprising amount of wryness is in her tone. 'Well,' she begins, glancing around, 'I believe the road outside Donwell Abbey has greatly changed since I last saw it; I never thought it quite possible for an entire road to disappear in a matter of seconds. Shall I begin lecturing one of you, or is it more likely that my fondness for novels has gone to my head?'
Typist: The daughter of Emma Woodhouse and George Knightley; Emma's been rather inactive, but this character and introduction was sitting in my head and had to be done.
The former physical description has a sole purpose of setting down her general character, dear reader, for when she enters the room (as she will, once this passage is completed), an expression of utter surprise will cross her face at finding herself so remotely removed from the road that she had been walking upon and in such strange of a new location. This expression, however, is soon replaced by one of sharp interest mingled with curiousity, which will come at no surprise after such description of her features.
Caroline Knightley's entrance into the room complete, she is surprisingly calm in the face of this unexpected happening -- her younger sister, who has a more unfortunate constitution, would have fainted straightaway -- and a surprising amount of wryness is in her tone. 'Well,' she begins, glancing around, 'I believe the road outside Donwell Abbey has greatly changed since I last saw it; I never thought it quite possible for an entire road to disappear in a matter of seconds. Shall I begin lecturing one of you, or is it more likely that my fondness for novels has gone to my head?'
Typist: The daughter of Emma Woodhouse and George Knightley; Emma's been rather inactive, but this character and introduction was sitting in my head and had to be done.