Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I do not think it is the colonel.

You'll wear yourself out.

They'll meet him when he comes.

I cannot believe it is that far. Is it really five and a half...

I have no doubt of their mutual affection.

My mother wrote of little else in her letters since you came.

your devoted servant always, E.C. Ferrars."

I'll send out more enquiries today.

You don't speak of such things before strangers.

How shall I do without you?

My behaviour at Norland was very wrong.

I've often passed this cottage and grieved for its lonely state.

Seven years is too little for some, seven days is enough for others.

I should imagine not.

Dear Sir John, we cannot...

you're quite right. Indeed.

I wonder if Margaret will give up her room for him?

I had no idea you were at all connected with that family.

Where is dear Edward, John?

Where coffee beans come from. Ugh!

but I think I have found what you were looking for.

What do you mean?

I'm taking you for a walk.

Let us only settle in a few days. But thank you very much.

We cannot even earn ours.

Miss Margaret is always up trees and under furniture.

I feel certain this is the right course.

But what do you know of him?

Our circumstances are therefore precisely the same.

His papa has such a way with him.

I cannot imagine so. It is an odd question.

I cannot pretend it has not been hard on us both.

Edward is very amiable. Amiable? But?

Engaged elsewhere?

That is enough for both of us.

Mr. Willoughby.

And she enquired after all of you, especially Miss Dashwood.

I felt an interest which nothing can account for but my present delight.

which, as you know, starts in... Vladivostok, and ends in...

Marianne Dashwood would no more think of me than of you.

But not enough.

I can't believe it.

I will run as fast as I can.

But I have no dowry.

The air is full of spices.

Infirmity? If Brandon is infirm,

I've heard nothing but "Dashwood" for I don't know how long.

He's a widower from Barton Park. It is Barton Cottage he offers us.

Swansea and sensibility

He fled to London. He left without any explanation.

Thank you, Thomas.

He's rich and she's handsome.

How is your sister?

You're kind, but we can't leave our mother.

Oh, how beautiful.

You're not going to deny us beef as well as sugar?

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments."

Marianne, the colonel and Sir John are leaving.

There you are, my dear.

How long have you known him?

It seems they were much thrown together in London.

Cannot you ask if he proposed.

We're sorry to have to leave you all.

Of course. I had not thought of that.

Yes, you're right.

Shall we continue tomorrow?

He has a smart little pointer. Was she out with him?

He has a very pretty estate of his own.

Do you hear that, Charlotte?

Margaret, ask Betsy to make a cup of tea for Marianne.

Lucy told me in confidence.

How do you do, Miss Marianne?

Forgive us, Mr. Ferrars. My youngest is shy of strangers at present.

The youngest? No.

I believe it is in Belgium.

You're pale. Are you not well?

- Where is Elinor? - I'm here.

This one, then.

Thank you for helping Margaret. She's changed since you came.

When snatched from all effectual aid, we perished, each alone."

Do not worry, Miss Dashwood. Brandon will find her.

It makes me fear that I shall never marry.

There was no other way.

We are very proud of our Thomas.