When the evening was over, Anne could not be amused…nor could she help fearing, on more serious reflection, that, like many other great moralists and preachers, she had been eloquent on a point in which her own conduct would ill bear examination.

We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.

The publicis rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not.

Till this moment I never knew myself.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

Yes, I found myself, by insensible degrees, sincerely fond of her; and the happiest hours of my life were what I spent with her.

Do not give way to useless alarm; though it is right to be prepared for the worst, there is no occasion to look on it as certain.