There is something so amiable in the prejudices of a young mind, that one is sorry to see them give way to the reception of more general opinions.

I understand Crawford paid you a visit?" "Yes." "And was he attentive?" "Yes, very." "And has your heart changed towards him?" "Yes. Several times. I have - I find that I - I find that-" "Shh. Surely you and I are beyond speaking when words are clearly not enough.... I missed you." "And I you.

How clever you are, to know something of which you are ignorant.

She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned romance as she grew older: the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.

It would be most right, and most wise, and, therefore must involve least suffering.

She will never submit to any thing requiring industry and patience, and a subjection of the fancy to the understanding.

Five is the very awkwardest of all posible numbers to sit down to table.