emotional tension

Bennet, as the carriage drove up to the door; her husband looked impenetrably grave; her daughters, alarmed, anxious, uneasy. Lydia’s voice was heard in the vestibule; the door was thrown open, and she ran into the room. Her mother stepped forwards, embraced h...

“No; but it must be done soon.” Most earnestly did she then entreat him to lose no more time before he wrote. my dear father,” she cried, “come back and write immediately.

If my astonishment increased, my patience was well-nigh exhausted. What natural force could possibly have produced such abnormal and extraordinary plants?