I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice.

Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her.

But if I were you, I would stand by the nephew. He has more to give.

Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. . . . Every moment rather brought fresh agitation. It was an overpowering happiness.

I do not think it worth while to wait for enjoyment until there is some real opportunity for it.

I am fond of history and am very well contented to take the false with the true. In the principal facts they have sources of intelligence in former histories and records, which may be as much depended on, I conclude, as anything that does not actually pass under ones own observation; and as for the little embellishments you speak of, they are embellishments, and I like them as such.

A woman of seven and twenty, said Marianne, after pausing a moment, can never hope to feel or inspire affection again.