Sanditon / by Jane Austen
| dc.contributor | Burnard, Lou |
| dc.contributor.author | Austen, Jane, 1775-1817 |
| dc.contributor.author | Another lady |
| dc.contributor.author | Telscombe, Anne |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-19T14:59:43Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-19T14:59:43Z |
| dc.date.created | 1817 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-06-10 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1837 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/1837 |
| dc.description.abstract | The novel was left unfinished in 1817. This edition was completed by Another lady, whose real name is Marie Dobbs, an Australian born journalist, who has published novels under the name Anne Telscombe. |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 134 KB) |
| 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 / by Jane Austen |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 137883 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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<text> <front> <tPage> <dTitle type=main>SANDITON <byLine>by <dAuthor>Jane Austen</dAuthor></byLine> </tPage> </front> <body> <div type='chapter' id=C1> <p> 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 road had not indisputably become worse than b . . .
