Victorian Advertising Card via The Old Design Shop
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Amanda Thompson moved lightly around the library, placing the books she carried on a table near Patrick’s favourite chair, checking the shelves, and straightening anything that she decided was out of place while Patrick stood transfixed, rooted to the frozen ground beneath his feet.
[from Frosted Windowpanes, a Touches of Austen Novelette]
Vintage Country Winter Scene via The Old Design Shop
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Ashmore Lodge called to him, and he could not deny it. It was where generations of ancestors resided in portraits and lived on in stories handed down from one generation to the next. He could not dispose of his family. He had left them four years ago but not because he had wanted to.
[from Frosted Windowpanes, a Touches of Austen Novelette]
Stained glass window in the Windmill public house, Westhoughton representing the Luddite attack on Westhoughton Mill. Plucas58 [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)], from Wikimedia CommonsBlue Plaque on White Lion public house, Westhoughton, commemorating the burning of Westhoughton Mill in 1812. Plucas58 [CC0], from Wikimedia CommonsThe above images were used in a Wikipedia article that I read while doing some research. Delighting Mrs. Bennet ends around the beginning of February 1812, which is the month in which the Frame Breaking Act of 1812 made the destruction of merchandising looms a capital offense. You can read the article where I found these images at this link.
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“I’ve not seen you in your uniform in days,” Darcy commented. Between the uniform and the grave expression Richard wore, Darcy knew that the news his cousin bore was not good.
“I am to be in Manchester by next week,” he said simply. “I am to leave immediately.” He held up a missive. “There is no time to waste.”
“Leaving?” Lydia cried. “Now?”
Richard nodded. “There have been reports of fires and attacks on mills in the north, and the government expects it to only increase. There is a bill…” He sighed and then forced a smile. “This is my profession.”
Billingsgate Ward in the City of London. Surveyor John Stow; cartographer, Richard Blome, 1720. Public Domain, via Wikimedia Commons
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“Do we go up this one?” Darcy nodded toward Fish Street Hill. One street was beginning to blend into another as the men searched for Lydia and Elizabeth. A fear that they had already been found by someone unsavoury had settled into Darcy’s heart.