Will you marry me, vile and abominable girl that you are? Yes, but, mind, it only to save my neck from being wrung!

The society of my relatives can only be enjoyed with frequent intervals.

You must not imagine that Papa or I have the least notion of compelling you to marry anyone whom you hold in aversion, for I am sure that such a thing would be quite shocking! And Charles would not do so either, would you, dear Charles?”(Elizabeth Ombersley) “No, certainly not. But neither would I consent to her marriage with any such frippery fellow as Augustus Fawnhope!” “Augustus,” announced Cecilia, putting up her chin, “will be remembered long after you have sunk into oblivion!” “By his creditors? I don’t doubt it.

Is it not insupportable to be held down to a canter when you long to gallop for miles?

I remember only what interests me.

I wish you did return my regard," he said. "More than I have ever wished anything in my life! Perhaps you may yet learn to do so: I should warn you that I don't easily despair!

Do you forget that I am your sister?” “No; I’ve never been granted the opportunity to forget it.