Let's stick these voice drafts together.
Here's Austen's original:
Mr. Bingley had soon made himself acquainted with all the principle people in the room; he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one himself at Netherfield. Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. What a contrast between him and his friend! Mr. Darcy danced only once with Mrs. Hurst and once with Miss Bingley, declined being introduced to any other lady, and spent the rest of the evening walking about the room, speaking occasionally to one of his own party. His character was decided. He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and everyone hoped that he would never come there again. Amongst the most violent against him was Mrs. Bennet, whose dislike of his general behaviour was sharpened into particular resentment, by having slighted one of her daughters.
The knitting club:
Betsy swiftly placed herself in good relations with each member of the knitting circle; she was bright and bubbly, shared generously of her delightful patterns, always provided a plate, and listened to the other ladies more than she spoke. Such charm made an appropriate impression. Quite unlike the other new member! Dorothy spoke only of herself, declined following a pattern, ‘borrowed’ wool from the other ladies without their permission, and was widely suspected to be flatulent. Her suitability was denied. She was the rudest, most selfish woman they had ever met at the community centre, and all agreed they would need to orchestrate her departure. The member who could least stand her presence was Carole-Ann, whose disapproval of her politics hardened into a hatred of her mascara, which she whispered would be tacky even for a teenager.
The assassins:
Enzo slid himself into the crew’s good favour as easily as he slid into an open window; he was measured and confident, nimble with a knife, content to wait patiently for his mark, and spoke of his background in only the vaguest terms. Such obvious value came at very little cost. Not so the other recruit! Clem passed only one of the Guild’s tests, blithely failing the rest, mishandled a crossbow and shot a bolt through the window, and made it clear to all that he lacked the patience for lurking in the dark, preferring above all else a full-frontal assault upon any and all enemies. His fate was sealed. Clem was a moron who was most likely to get them killed, and the crew resolved that it would be better if he met that end first. Most opposed to his continued living was Elspeth, whose initial irritation at his under-baked plans to stay alive became an obsession with her own overly-elaborate plans to bring him to an ugly end, his having insisted one too many times that she needed to be more ‘chill’.
And below is your version, joined together.
You'll need to go through and delete the line breaks to create a continuous paragraph.
Also, this is your chance to make any final revisions and improvements—this is the last activity in the lesson!
