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marrying Anne he had also married her family, with all the consequences that entailed, but it had given him the idea that when looking for a permanent home, they might find somewhere at a suitable distance where the ordeals of family life might not encroach upon the Wentworths too often. And, there was always the additional hope that in time he might yet win them over, and come to regard them all with something nearing affection.
    Anne knew there were yet many trials to overcome, but nothing could dim her happiness, no mortification could prove too much. And as they walked towards Rivers Street where Lady Russell lodged, she knew the worst was not yet over. Anne was convinced that it would still be some time before Lady Russell would take the Captain to her heart. But everything could be accomplished in time, and she more than anyone else knew that to be true. Waiting had been the story of her life, and she could wait for her friend to love Captain Wentworth. They paused beforethe door. He took her hand; his eyes told her of his true attachment and constancy.
    Frederick Wentworth gazed at the girl of his dreams, thinking she had never before looked so beautiful or been so precious to him. He wanted to preserve the moment, to capture it like an exquisite fragrance in a bottle, to be enjoyed forevermore in cherished droplets relinquished in sweet reminiscences. “Just think,” he said, his voice filled with love and longing, “that the very next time we’ll cross this threshold, we shall do so as Captain and Mrs. Frederick Wentworth.”
    Anne Elliot returned his sentiments in a look of her own and a squeeze of his hand whilst she rejoiced in the old proverb that, “good things come to those who wait.”
    J ANE O DIWE lives in North London and Bath with her husband, family, and two cats. More than anything she loves a house full of people, music, and good books, which is just as well, because that’s the norm! She is the author of
Effusions of Fancy
,
Lydia Bennet’s Story
,
Willoughby’s Return
, and
Mr. Darcy’s Secret
. When she isn’t writing, she loves painting watercolors, especially of Jane Austen and the world in which she lived.
    www.austeneffusions.com
www.janeaustensequels.blogspot.com
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“ N orthanger Abbey stands low in a valley, sheltered from the north and east by rising woods of oak. But”—Fred’s voice dropped to a thrilling whisper—“what lies within?”
    Straightening, Fred brushed his hands off against his gray cords. “All good?”
    â€œI thought it was excellent!” gushed Erin. “Your best work yet!”
    Cate threw up a little in her mouth. “Gag me with a spork,” she muttered to Lenny, the cameraman.
    â€œWhat’s a spork?” asked Lenny.
    â€œIt’s a—never mind,” said Cate. If it wasn’t electronic, Lenny wasn’t interested.
    Lenny peered fretfully at the clouds gathering over the low stone roof of Northanger Abbey. “We’d better finish up here before the sky opens. Rain isn’t good for old Bessie.” He dealt his camera an affectionate pat. “Is it, old girl?”
    â€œI’ll just leave you two alone, shall I?” said Cate.
    How in the hell had she gotten here? Not to Northanger perse (answer: by van), but here in the larger sense. Here in England, here with Lenny and Fred, here doing investigative reports for that hard-hitting, cutting-edge miracle of modern scientific journalism,
Ghost Trekkers
.
    Ah,
Ghost Trekkers
. Cate even had the parka to prove it. Black with white lettering. Very snazzy. There was always a shot at the beginning of the show where Lenny zeroed in on the logo on the back of their jackets, panning to follow them as they all clambered into their big, black
Ghost Trekkers
van, ready to take on another gang of hardened ghouls.
    Ghost Trekkers
was Fred’s baby. As lead investigator (read: prime