For what do we live, but to make sport by subjecting our neighbors to endless discretionary review for minor additions?
her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.
Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness.
Trusting that you will some time or other do me greater justice than you can do now.
Catherine had never wanted comfort more, and he [Henry] looked as if he was aware of it.
Sense will always have attractions for me.