Indulge your imagination in every possible flight.
Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.
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.
If I am wrong, I am doing what I believe to the right.
Told herself likewise not to hope. But it was too late. Hope had already entered.
Where the waters do agree, it is quite wonderful the relief they give.