She is loveliness itself.

Yes, you know enough of my frankness to believe me capable of that. After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations.

To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect

They gave themselves up wholly to their sorrow, seeking increase of wretchedness in every reflection that could afford it, and resolved against ever admitting consolation in future.

Of this she was perfectly unaware; to her he was only the man who had made himself agreeable nowhere, and who had not thought her handsome enough to dance with.

A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other.

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.