Maybe it’s that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.
His feelings are warm, but I can imagine them rather changeable.
But to appear happy when I am so miserable — Oh! who can require it?
The less said the better.
That will do extremely well, child. You have delighted us long enough. Let the other young ladies have time to exhibit.
I am not at all in a humour for writing; I must write on till I am.