Gnonnet by end-user Greg Fraser

All This Hospitality and Kindness

All this hospitality and kindness,
it does not accept the first thing. Small,
he wants me—in view and not to smile. Yes,
I thought he had heard and seen it all . . .
Noble look. Rich and so. Promises
of faith and correspondence. On the evening
of “every thing go well and the oh!” he says
we’ll wed. I never have been a real thing.
We talk of the whole, the usual hour
of exploring, how ladies can never think
of pushing the paper. I protest against our
laughter now. I grow more frightened and sink
into fearful affection. London—it is
entirely a mistake. Candles everywhere. His.

Text: Jane Austen, Emma