Entry for the 2017 Folio Society book illustration competition on Mansfield Park.
Ink and watercolour illustrations
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Cover
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“My dear little cousin,” said he with all the gentleness of an excellent nature, “what can be the matter?”
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Maria, who wanted neither pride nor resolution, was preparing to encounter her share of it with tolerable calmness (…)
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There was no saying how, Fanny could not have believed it -but he was walking between them with an arm of each under his.