Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some
Jane AustenIt sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before.
Jane AustenYet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some
Jane AustenIt sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before.
Jane Austen