Sitting with her on Sunday evening - a wet Sunday evening - the very time of all others when if a friend is at hand the heart must be opened, and every thing told.

I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading!

An annuity is a very serious business.

My Emma, does not every thing serve to prove more and more the beauty of truth and sincerity in all our dealings with each other?

Sitting with her on Sunday evening - a wet Sunday evening - the very time of all others when if a friend is at hand the heart must be opened, and every thing told.

It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.

One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight.