Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.

One word from you shall silence me forever.

She wished such words unsaid with all her heart

That will do extremely well, child. You have delighted us long enough. Let the other young ladies have time to exhibit.

Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.

The post office has a great charm at one point of our lives. When you have lived to my age, you will begin to think letters are never worth going through the rain for.

her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.