Chapter 29

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​⁠Before the housemaid had lit their fire the next day, or the sun gained any power over a cold, gloomy morning in January, Marianne, only half dressed, was kneeling against one of the window-seats for the sake of all the little light she could command from it, and writing as fast as a continual flow of tears would permit her. In this situation, Elinor, roused from sleep by her agitation and sobs, f