updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2011-06-09 20:34:02 UTC,18634,"Had Sir Thomas applied to his daughter within the first three or four days after Henry Crawford's leaving Mansfield, before her feelings were at all tranquillized, before she had given up every hope of him, or absolutely resolved on enduring his rival, her answer might have been different; but after another three or four days, when there was no return, no letter, no message--no symptom of a softened heart--no hope of advantage from separation--her mind became cool enough to seek all the comfort that pride and self-revenge could give.
(II.iii, p. 139)","","""[H]er mind became cool enough to seek all the comfort that pride and self-revenge could give.""",6936,,"Searching ""mind"" in HDIS (Austen)",2011-06-09 20:34:02 UTC,"","Volume II, Chapter iii",""
2011-06-09 20:41:41 UTC,18637,"Edmund could not but agree to it. ""Yes, that uncle and aunt! They have injured the finest mind!--for sometimes, Fanny, I own to you, it does appear more than manner; it appears as if the mind itself was tainted.""
Fanny imagined this to be an appeal to her judgment, and therefore, after a moment's consideration, said, ""If you only want me as a listener, cousin, I will be as useful as I can; but I am not qualified for an adviser. Do not ask advice of me. I am not competent.""
(II.ix, p. 184)","","""They have injured the finest mind!--for sometimes, Fanny, I own to you, it does appear more than manner; it appears as if the mind itself was tainted.""",6936,,"Searching ""mind"" in HDIS (Austen)",2011-06-09 20:41:41 UTC,"","Volume II, Chapter ix",""
2011-06-09 20:45:30 UTC,18638,"While Fanny's mind was engaged in these sort of hopes, her uncle was soon after tea called out of the room; an occurrence too common to strike her, and she thought nothing of it till the butler re-appeared ten minutes afterwards, and advancing decidedly towards herself, said, ""Sir Thomas wishes to speak with you, Ma'am, in his own room."" Then it occurred to her what might be going on; a suspicion rushed over her mind which drove the colour from her cheeks; but instantly rising, she was preparing to obey, when Mrs. Norris called out, ""Stay, stay, Fanny! what are you about?--where are you going?--don't be in such a hurry. Depend upon it, it is not you that are wanted; depend upon it it is me; (looking at the butler) but you are so very eager to put yourself forward. What should Sir Thomas want you for? It is me, Baddeley, you mean; I am coming this moment. You mean me, Baddeley, I am sure; Sir Thomas wants me, not Miss Price.""
(III.i, p. 220)",Free Indirect Discourse,"""Then it occurred to her what might be going on; a suspicion rushed over her mind which drove the colour from her cheeks.""",6936,,"Searching ""mind"" in HDIS (Austen)",2011-06-09 20:45:30 UTC,"Lots of crossings and rushings and enterings and lingerings in Austen. These precede FID, often: signaling the rush, flutter, tumult and then performing it.","Volume III, Chapter i",""
2011-06-09 20:55:54 UTC,18640,"Fanny was right enough in not expecting to hear from Miss Crawford now, at the rapid rate in which their correspondence had begun; Mary's next letter was after a decidedly longer interval than the last, but she was not right in supposing that such an interval would be felt a great relief to herself.--Here was another strange revolution of mind!--She was really glad to receive the letter when it did come. In her present exile from good society, and distance from every thing that had been wont to interest her, a letter from one belonging to the set where her heart lived, written with affection, and some degree of elegance, was thoroughly acceptable.--The usual plea of increasing engagements was made in excuse for not having written to her earlier, ""and now that I have begun,"" she continued, ""my letter will not be worth your reading, for there will be no little offering of love at the end, no three or four lines passionées from the most devoted H. C. in the world, for Henry is in Norfolk; business called him to Everingham ten days ago, or perhaps he only pretended the call, for the sake of being travelling at the same time that you were. But there he is, and, by the by, his absence may sufficiently account for any remissness of his sister's in writing, for there has been no ""well, Mary, when do you write to Fanny?--is not it time for you to write to Fanny?"" to spur me on. At last, after various attempts at meeting, I have seen your cousins, ""dear Julia and dearest Mrs. Rushworth;"" they found me at home yesterday, and we were glad to see each other again. We seemed very glad to see each other, and I do really think we were a little.--We had a vast deal to say.--Shall I tell you how Mrs. Rushworth looked when your name was mentioned? I did not use to think her wanting in self possession, but she had not quite enough for the demands of yesterday. Upon the whole Julia was in the best looks of the two, at least after you were spoken of. There was no recovering the complexion from the moment that I spoke of ""Fanny"", and spoke of her as a sister should.--But Mrs. Rushworth's day of good looks will come; we have cards for her first party on the 28th.--Then she will be in beauty, for she will open one of the best houses in Wimpole Street. I was in it two years ago, when it was Lady Lascelles's, and prefer it to almost any I know in London, and certainly she will then feel -- to use a vulgar phrase--that she has got her penny-worth for her penny. Henry could not have afforded her such a house. I hope she will recollect it, and be satisfied, as well she may, with moving the queen of a palace, though the king may appear best in the back ground, and as I have no desire to tease her, I shall never force your name upon her again. She will grow sober by degrees. -- From all that I hear and guess, Baron Wildenhaim's attentions to Julia continue, but I do not know that he has any serious encouragement. She ought to do better. A poor honourable is no catch, and I cannot imagine any liking in the case, for, take away his rants, and the poor Baron has nothing. What a difference a vowel makes! -- if his rents were but equal to his rants!--Your cousin Edmund moves slowly; detained, perchance, by parish duties. There may be some old woman at Thornton Lacey to be converted. I am unwilling to fancy myself neglected for a young one. Adieu, my dear sweet Fanny, this is a long letter from London; write me a pretty one in reply to gladden Henry's eyes, when he comes back -- and send me an account of all the dashing young captains whom you disdain for his sake.""
(III.ix, pp. 267-8)","","""Here was another strange revolution of mind!""",6936,,"Searching ""mind"" in HDIS (Austen)",2011-06-09 20:52:53 UTC,"","Volume III, Chapter ix",""