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letters to her sister Cassandra.
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letters to her sister Cassandra.
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"I will not say your mulberry-trees are dead, but I am afraid they are not alive."
"At the bottom of Kingdown Hill we met a gentleman in a buggy, who, on
minute examination, turned out to be Dr Hill - and Dr Hill in in such
very deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be
dead."
(From Jane Austen's letters to her sister Cassandra)
