I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.

If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great proficient.

It was absolutely necessary to interrupt him now.

I certainly will not persuade myself to feel more than I do. I am quite enough in love. I should be sorry to be more

You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.

... But he recommended the books which charmed her leisure hours, he encouraged her taste, and corrected her judgment; he made reading useful by talking to her of what she read, and heightened its attraction by judicious praise.