her spirits wanted the solitude and silence which only numbers could give.
How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!
A natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.
Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing! but I never have been in love; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall.
He had an affectionate heart. He must love somebody.
Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some