Let her go to Italy!" he cried. "Let her meddle with what she doesn't understand!
I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.
Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish!
Liking one person is an extra reason for liking another.
How do I know what I have to say wntil I see what I have said?
'Oh, poor, poor fellow!' said Mrs. Elliot with a remorse that was sincere, though her congratulations would not have been.