Searching for Captain Wentworth A Timeslip Novel inspired by Persuasion Chapter Nine Time paused, and the glove floated in slow motion to the floor. I bent down to pick it up but even as I did so, I knew the spell had broken. As I raised my head, the room started to revolve at speed. I shut my eyes to stop the world from spinning and felt the warmth from a strong, flickering light upon my face, but it was so bright I knew I had to wait until it was over before attempting to look again. When at last it stopped, I found I was sitting on the very same seat in the very same room. The past had vanished, evaporated as quickly as mist warmed by the rising sun on a summer meadow. It was as if time had not altered and as the images so fresh in my head faded into nothing, I looked about me. I knew this must be one of the spare rooms that I had not investigated, largely because it was filled mostly with oddments of furniture, books and pictures that had obviousl...