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..."Poor Fanny! she would not have forgotten him so soon."
"No," replied Anne, in a low feeling voice, "that I can easily believe."
"It was not in her nature. She doted on him."
"It would not be the nature of any woman who truly loves."
 Captain Harville smiled, as as to say, "Do you claim that for your own sex?" and she answered the question, smiling also, "Yes. We certainly do not forget you so soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us. You are forced on exertion. You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions."
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She had only time, however, to move closer to the table where he had been writing, when footsteps were heard returning; the door opened, it was himself. He begged their pardon, but he had forgotten his gloves, and instantly crossing the room to the writing table, and standing with his back towards Mrs. Musgrove, he drew out a letter from under the scattered paper, placed it before Anne with eyes glowing entreaty fixed on her for a time, and hastily collecting his gloves, was again out of the room, almost before Mrs. Musgrove was aware of his being in it: the work of an instant! ...

 I got all giddy when I read this. Aww!! Frederick Wentworth, although no Darcy, is just... awww! *sighs* I am now done rereading Persuasion, and I think I appreciated it more the second time round. For some reason I feel as if I can relate very well to Anne Elliot.
But now, I'm going back to my other books that I simply must finish. Rereading this Austen novel was just a small break from my other books, I'm weird, I know.
Last night, my allergies were so bad I was forced to take allergy medicine before bed. When I woke up, after nine hours of sleep, it felt like I had only three. I was wondering why, but then I made the connection. Stupid allergies. Stupid allergy medicine. It was a calm day; I watched Sense and Sensibility (again with the icons, Lindsey!) and finished Persuasion. Then, towards the end of it, I had to help load and unload boxes into/out of the car and into the storage facility. Moving sucks. I've moved so many damn times I can't even count exactly how many.
 But, before I go, I must share an excerpt from a poem I read today:
 
 

I think, even if he was alive right now, he deserves it. He actually stayed in his hotel room, alone, until he got the voice just right. He was funny, yet dark, just like The Joker should be. I'll admit I wasn't sure if I was going to like his portrayal, but I was pleasantly surprised. He was a genius and he absolutely deserves an Oscar.

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