November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year.
I'm perfectly miserable; but if you consider me presentable, I die happy.
I'm afraid I couldn't like him without a spice of human naughtiness.
There was a good deal of laughing and kissing and explaining, in the simple, loving fashion which makes these home-festivals so pleasant at the time, so sweet to remember long afterward, and then all fell to work.
Oh dear, life is pretty tough sometimes, isn't it?
I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.