It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.

Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it.

but for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short.

Wickedness is always wickedness, but folly is not always folly.

Upon the whole, therefore, she found what had been sometimes found before, that an event to which she had looked forward with impatient desire, did not, in taking place, bring all the satisfaction she had promised herself.

It taught me to hope, as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before.

I am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.