I lay it down as a general rule, Harriet, that if a woman doubts as to whether she should accept a man or not, she certainly ought to refuse him.
His own enjoyment, or his own ease, was, in every particular, his ruling principle.
It's been many years since I had such an exemplary vegetable.
Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.
His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.
This is an evening of wonders, indeed!