Emma

Emma

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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy
disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly
twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father; and had,
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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy
disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly
twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father; and had,
in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period.
Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her
caresses; and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen
little short of a mother in affection.
Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a
friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma. Between them it was more the
intimacy of sisters. Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of
governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the
shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and
friend very mutually attached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss
Taylor's judgment, but directed chiefly by her own.
The real evils, indeed, of Emma's situation were the power of having rather too much her
own way, and a disposition to think a little too well of herself; these were the disadvantages
which threatened alloy to her many enjoyments. The danger, however, was at present so
unperceived, that they did not by any means rank as misfortunes with her.
Sorrow came—a gentle sorrow—but not at all in the shape of any disagreeable
consciousness.—Miss Taylor married. It was Miss Taylor's loss which first brought grief. It
was on the wedding-day of this beloved friend that Emma first sat in mournful thought of any
continuance. The wedding over, and the bride-people gone, her father and herself were left to
dine together, with no prospect of a third to cheer a long evening. Her father composed himselfto sleep after dinner, as usual, and she had then only to sit and think of what she had lost.
The event had every promise of happiness for her friend. Mr. Weston was a man of
unexceptionable character, easy fortune, suitable age, and pleasant manners; and there was
some satisfaction in considering with what self-denying, generous friendship she had always
wished and promoted the match; but it was a black morning's work for her. The want of Miss
Taylor would be felt every hour of every day. She recalled her past kindness—the kindness, the
affection of sixteen years—how she had taught and how she had played with her from five
years old—how she had devoted all her powers to attach and amuse her in health—and how
nursed her through the various illnesses of childhood. A large debt of gratitude was owing here;
but the intercourse of the last seven years, the equal footing and perfect unreserve which had
soon followed Isabella's marriage, on their being left to each other, was yet a dearer, tenderer
recollection. She had been a friend and companion such as few possessed: intelligent,
well-informed, useful, gentle, knowing all the ways of the family, interested in all its concerns,
and peculiarly interested in herself, in every pleasure, every scheme of hers—one to whom she
could speak every thought as it arose, and who had such an affection for her as could never find
fault.
How was she to bear the change?—It was true that her friend was going only half a mile
from them; but Emma was aware that great must be the difference between a Mrs. Weston,
only half a mile from them, and a Miss Taylor in the house; and with all her advantages, natural
and domestic, she was now in great danger of suffering from intellectual solitude. She dearly
loved her father, but he was no companion for her. He could not meet her in conversation,
rational or playful.
The evil of the actual disparity in their ages (and Mr. Woodhouse had not married early)
was much increased by his constitution and habits; for having been a valetudinarian all his life,
without activity of mind or body, he was a much older man in ways than in years; and though
everywhere beloved for the friendliness of his heart and his amiable temper, his talents could
not have recommended him at any time.
Her sister, though comparatively but little removed by matrimony, being settled in London,
only sixteen miles off, was much beyond her daily reach; and many a long October and
November evening must be struggled through at Hartfield, before Christmas brought the next
visit from Isabella and her husband, and their little children, to fill the house, and give her
pleasant society again.
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Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940014489669
Publisher:
All classic book warehouse
Publication date:
05/01/2012
Sold by:
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Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
258
File size:
1 MB

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