It is time to bid a fond farewell to my favorite novel. Until I read it again, that is. Here is the last batch of tweets for PERSUASION, Twitter version.
[Dueling Wentworths: Ciaran Hinds (L) as Captain Frederick Wentworth in the1995 Persuasion, Rupert Penry-Jones (R) in the same role in the 2007 film. ]
PERSUASION, CHAPTER 24:
"Sir Walter made no objection" to Anne's engagement, "and Elizabeth did nothing worse than look cold and unconcerned."
Capt W "was no longer nobody. He was now esteemed quite worthy to address the daughter of a foolish, spendthrift baronet."
Besides, Capt W is a handsome man. And we know that looks are almost as important to Sir Walter as rank.
As for Lady Russell, she had no choice but "to admit that she had been pretty completely wrong" about Capt W & Mr. Elliot.
Lady R "found little hardship in attaching herself as a mother to the man who was securing the happiness of her other child."
As for Mary, "if they could but keep Captain Wentworth from being made a baronet, she would not change situations with Anne."
Elizabeth Elliot "had soon the mortification of seeing Mr. Elliot withdraw," thus sinking her "unfounded hopes."
When Mr. Elliot left Bath for London & Mrs. Clay became his mistress, "it was evident how double a game he had been playing, "
Though prevented from being the wife of Sir Walter, who knows whether Mrs. Clay may yet end as the wife of Sir William Elliot.
Sir Walter & Elizabeth are "shocked and mortified" by Mrs. Clay's deception. And sorry to be deprived of her sycophantic charms.
With such a family, Anne has only Lady R and Mrs. Smith to offer as friends to her new husband, who attaches himself to both.
Capt W helps Mrs. Smith recover her husband's West Indies property. And her health even improves.
Mrs. Smith's "spring of felicity was in the glow of her spirits, as her friend Anne's was in the warmth of her heart."
"Anne was tenderness itself, and she had the full worth of it in Captain Wentworth's affection."
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