From her nest of blankets on the sofa, Rachel listened to the smooth, deep cadence of Jonah’s voice as he read.
“‘Miss Dashwood,’ cried Willoughby, ‘you are now using me unkindly. You are endeavoring to disarm me by reason, and to convince me against my will. But it will not do, You shall find me as stubborn as you can be artful. I have three unanswerable reasons for disliking Colonel Brandon: he has threatened me with rain when I wanted it to be fine; he has found fault with the hanging of my curricle, and I cannot persuade him to buy my brown mare.’”
Jonah looked up from the copy of Sense and Sensibility his sister had sent over by way of his mom. “What the hell is a curricle?”
“It was a type of carriage, I think. In the movie version, Willoughby and Marianne are often seen tearing ar
