Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some
Jane AustenBut it is very foolish to ask questions about any young ladies โ about any three sisters just grown up; for one knows, without being told, exactly what they are โ all very accomplished and pleasing, and one very pretty. There is a beauty in every family. โ It is a regular thing
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