The longer they were together the more doubtful seemed the nature of his regard, and sometimes for a few painful minutes she believed it to be no more than friendship
Jane AustenSitting 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.
Jane AustenNow be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?" "For the liveliness of your mind, I did.
Jane Austen