Sanditon
| dc.contributor | Burnard, Lou |
| dc.contributor.author | Austen, Jane (et al) |
| dc.coverage.placeName | Boston |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-19T14:46:54Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-19T14:46:54Z |
| dc.date.created | 1817 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-06-10 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1525 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/1525 |
| dc.description.abstract | SGML-tagged version of Text 17 |
| dc.format.extent | Text data B unspecified offline |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Novels -- Great Britain -- 19th century |
| dc.subject.other | Novels |
| dc.title | Sanditon |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 616294 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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<Text id=AusSand> <Author>Austen, Jane</Author> <Title>Sanditon</Title> <Edition>Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1975</Edition> <Date>1817</Date> <body> <loc><locdoc>AusSand1></locdoc><milestone n=1> <div0 type=chapter n=1> A GENTLEMAN AND A LADY travelling from Tunbridge towards that part of the Sussex coast which lies between Hastings and Eastbourne, being induced by business to quit the high road and attempt a very rough lane, were overturned in toiling up its long a scent, half rock, half sand. The accident happened just beyond the only gentleman's house near the lane -- a house which their driver, on being first required to take that direction, had conceived to be necessarily their object and had with most unwilling looks been constrained to pass by. He had grumbled and shaken his shoulders and pitied and cut his horses so sharply that he might have been open to the suspicion of overturning them on purpose (especially as the carriage was not his master's own) if the r . . .
