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Excerpt from MY MOTHER BIDS ME, a Novel of Jane Austen's England on the Eve of Waterloo. Roisin scampered off down the lane and sat in a niche on the packhorse bridge to read her letter. Water sparkled and chuckled over the pebbles way below, giving expression to her own abounding joy. She had recognised the handwriting at once as that of ... |