After talking to Mrs. Radcliffe, Jane and Tom retired to a charming coffee shop that Tom knew of. As she contemplates her drink, Jane traces designs on the table, the past day has not been easy ( Read more... )

My dear Mr. Lefroy ( Read more... )

My dear Tom ( Read more... )

My dear Tom ( Read more... )

Jane found herself moving through the ball with far less joy than she wished as her thoughts seemed to circle ever around what it means to be sensible ( Read more... )

Jane's thoughts kept floating around marriage and what was it she needed and wanted, but she had decided that she would not think on it tonight if she could. Though the Comtesse brought it back into her thoughts as she spoke of marrying Henry so that he should have money and the importance of being sensible ( Read more... )

The encounter with Mister Lefroy, Tom, in the woods was still on Jane's mind as she was reading so when she heard herself discussed by her parents in the next room it was hard not to listen in ( Read more... )

All she feels and knows in the darkness is sarm breath on her neck that sends shivers through her, a deep voice speaking of her blood and heart ( Read more... )

Jane has found herself a nook in the library and is lost in the poetry of Catullus, a translation she found that she's not seen before.

The night is starting to draw in and so her shawl is pulled tightly around her as she wonders about the kind of passion and lust that inspired such words.

The day is already quite beautiful as they move towards the fair.

Jane is grinning as Lucy does her best to try and hold Tom's attention.

Though its hard to look at just one thing since there's so much swirling around them.

She lost track of where everyone else has gone off to but its lovely to just walk and listen.