A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.

He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever.

She considered herself unconventional.

It is well known that a man, when wooing a lady to be his wife, must first win over the females she most confides in—her friends, of course, and her sister, if she has one.

She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.

All really interesting girls invent themselves.