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she should like it,
not bear it;
on having preserved her gown from injury.
a pretty girl.
“strange.”
he indulged himself a little too much with the foibles of others.
Mr. Tilney’s being a clergyman, and of a very respectable family in Gloucestershire.
Thorpe;
how time had slipped away since they were last together, how little they had thought of meeting in Bath, and what a pleasure it was to see an old friend,
her eldest brother had lately formed an intimacy with a young man of his own college, of the name of Thorpe;
he had spent the last week of the Christmas vacation with his family, near London.
of their wish of being better acquainted with her; of being considered as already friends, through the friendship of their brothers, etc.,
  • Novel: Northanger Abbey
  • Character: Narrator as Isabella Thorpe, Anne Thorpe and Maria Thorpe
  • Link to text in chapter 4
  • Text ID: 00193
He must be gone from Bath. Yet he had not mentioned that his stay would be so short!
he must be a charming young man, and was equally sure that he must have been delighted with her dear Catherine, and would therefore shortly return.
she need not be longer uneasy, as the gentlemen had just left the pump-room.
how they did,
they both looked very ugly.
John thought her the most charming girl in the world,
welcomed
to dine with them,
guess the price and weigh the merits of a new muff and tippet.
nothing,
should induce her to join the set before her dear Catherine could join it too.
he had quitted it for a week, on the very morning after his having had the pleasure of seeing her.
she would move a little to accommodate Mrs. Hughes and Miss Tilney with seats, as they had agreed to join their party.
how well the other liked Bath, how much she admired its buildings and surrounding country, whether she drew, or played, or sang, and whether she was fond of riding on horseback.
  • Novel: Northanger Abbey
  • Character: Narrator as Catherine Morland and Eleanor Tilney
  • Link to text in chapter 8
  • Text ID: 00446
to remain in the same place and the same employment till the clock struck one;
seeing Miss Tilney again could at that moment bear a short delay in favour of a drive,
there could be no impropriety in her going with Mr. Thorpe, as Isabella was going at the same time with James,
the spirit and freedom with which his horse moved along, and the ease which his paces, as well as the excellence of the springs, gave the motion of the carriage.
he must know the carriage to be in fact perfectly safe,
horses which he had bought for a trifle and sold for incredible sums;
racing matches, in which his judgment had infallibly foretold the winner;
shooting parties, in which he had killed more birds (though without having one good shot) than all his companions together;
some famous day’s sport, with the fox-hounds, in which his foresight and skill in directing the dogs had repaired the mistakes of the most experienced huntsman, and in which the boldness of his riding,
though it had never endangered his own life for a moment,
had been constantly leading others into difficulties,
had broken the necks of many.
It was inconceivable, incredible, impossible!
no two hours and a half had ever gone off so swiftly before,
It was ages since she had had a moment’s conversation with her dearest Catherine; and, though she had such thousands of things to say to her, it appeared as if they were never to be together again;
she was ready to go.
her folly, in supposing that among such a crowd they should even meet with the Tilneys in any reasonable time,
To escape,
so narrowly escape John Thorpe, and to be asked, so immediately on his joining her, asked by Mr. Tilney, as if he had sought her on purpose! — it did not appear to her that life could supply any greater felicity.
she might find nobody to go with her,
they should join in a walk, some morning or other.
  • Novel: Northanger Abbey
  • Character: Narrator as Henry, Eleanor Tilney and Eleanor Tilney
  • Link to text in chapter 10
  • Text ID: 00745
it did not rain,
it would not.
A bright morning so early in the year,