“Dear, dear Norland,' said Elinor, 'probably looks much as it always does at this time of year. The woods and walks thickly covered with dead leaves.' 'Oh!' cried Marianne, 'with what transporting sensations have I formerly seen them fall! How… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
It is not everyone,' said Elinor, 'who has your passion for dead leaves. — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
