The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.
Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some
โI often think,โ said she, โthat there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.โ
He is a gentleman; I am a gentleman's daughter; so far we are equal.
Eleanor went to her room "where she was free to think and be wretched.
Brandon is just the kind of man whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.