Far be it from me, my dear sister, to depreciate such pleasures. They would doubtless be congenial with the generality of female minds. But I confess they would have no charms for me. I should infinitely prefer a book.

If adventures will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad.

This sweetest and best of all creatures, faultless in spite of all her faults.

No: the years which had destroyed her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowing, manly, open look, in no respect lessening his personal advantages. She had seen the same Frederick Wentworth.

Where any one body of educated men, of whatever denomination, are condemned indiscriminately, there must be a deficiency of information, or...of something else.

I love you. Most ardently.

My characters shall have, after a little trouble, all that they desire.