She was not often invited to join in the conversation of the others, nor did she desire it. Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.
Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?
Selfishness must always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure.
I have read your book, and I disapprove.
She had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever.
I am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.