Posting a Letter

[janebecomes]

The road was muddy but Jane enjoyed it even more because she could tramp and tramp on her way to mail the letter to Cassandra.

That horrible, snobbish, infuriating Tom Lefroy, she would not give him the satisfaction of anything.

How dare he even dare think that she thought badly of her home, her home, she would decimate him next time they met.

Not that she wished to meet him of course, the lout but next time, oh next time she would be prepared.

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[tom-lefroy.livejournal.com]

"Surely there are things in Hampshire that give you great pleasure," he responds.

If she is trying to bait him into telling her that Hampshire is the most boring of country places, she is likely to be disappointed.

[janebecomes]

"Oh yes there are, I find great pleasure within the company of my circle of friends and family and in the few books available to me. I just feared that those would not fall under your definition of great experiences."

[tom-lefroy.livejournal.com]

"You assume much of me, Miss Austen."

Indeed, too much. And mostly of the negative variety.

He smirks.

[janebecomes]

"Then correct my assumptions, Mister Lefroy."

[tom-lefroy.livejournal.com]

"Ah. I cannot simply tell you what you ought to think of me," he says. "Getting acquainted with someone requires far more than that."

He nods his head towards the building ahead: the post office.

[janebecomes]

"Quite true, Mister Lefroy, and would you find such a poor student as myself worthy of your time?"

She asks before walking in to post her letter and leave him thinking.

[tom-lefroy.livejournal.com]

For a moment, Tom pauses, trying to think of something appropriate to say. He wonders why Jane would come up with such an assumption, and he wonders if he really would give her the time to get to know her.

"Miss Austen -" he starts, promptly catching up to follow her into the building.