Mrs Jennings was full of praise for Lucy's warm heart. 'How prettily she
writes!' she said. 'She calls me dear Mrs Jennings, you see. I wish I
could get him a living, with all my heart.' The Miss Dashwoods had now
been in London for more than two months, and Marianne was becoming more
and more impatient to go home. She missed the air, the freedom, the
quiet of the country. Elinor, although almost as anxious to leave as her
sister, was
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