Every savage can dance.
Faultless in spite of all her faults.
Vanity, not love, has been my folly.
I have not the pleasure of understanding you.
Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
A lucky guess is never merely luck. There is always some talent in it.