Told herself likewise not to hope. But it was too late. Hope had already entered.
But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.
Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another.
With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works.
I will be calm. I will be mistress of myself.
Where the waters do agree, it is quite wonderful the relief they give.