I cannot make speeches, Emma...If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it.

A very short trial convinced her that a curricle was the prettiest equipage in the world.

I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter in all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both.

She was not often invited to join in the conversation of the others, nor did she desire it. Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

Told herself likewise not to hope. But it was too late. Hope had already entered.

I have changed my mind, and changed the trimmings of my cap this morning; they are now such as you suggested.

Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.