I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.

I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

Upon the whole, therefore, she found what had been sometimes found before, that an event to which she had looked forward with impatient desire, did not, in taking place, bring all the satisfaction she had promised herself.

She attracted him more than he liked.

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?

Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?

Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some