Emma Woodhouse:
[Seating herself in a carriage]
My, this weather...
Rev. Elton:
Miss Woodhouse, please! Fate has left us alone for a reason.
Emma Woodhouse:
Mr. Elton! Why do you seize my hand!
Rev. Elton:
I do not seize your hand so much as the opportunity to tell you that I am hoping, no, fearing; ready to die if you refuse me!
Emma Woodhouse:
Good heavens! Go back!
Rev. Elton:
Surely my ardent attachment to you, my love and devotion cannot help but have made an impression!
Emma Woodhouse:
Mr. Elton! It is I, Miss Woodhouse!
Rev. Elton:
Mm hmm.
Emma Woodhouse:
The party spirits have confused you! Allow me to deliver your message to Miss Smith, but you must direct no more of it to me.
Rev. Elton:
Miss Smith? What sort of message would I want to send to her? Miss Smith?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 12:44