There could have never been two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“Now they were as strangers; nay worse than strangers, for they could never become aquatinted. It was perpetual estrangement.” — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
