Beware How You Give Your Heart.

She Went, However, And They Sauntered About Together Many A Half Hour In Mr. Grant's Shrubbery, The Weather Being Unusually Mild For The Time Of Year, And Venturing Sometimes Even To Sit Down On One Of The Benches Now Comparatively Unsheltered, Remaining There Perhaps Till, In The Midst Of Some Tender Ejaculation Of Fanny's On The Sweets Of So Protracted An Autumn, They Were Forced By The Sudden Swell Of A Cold Gust Shaking Down The Last Few Yellow Leaves About Them, To Jump Up And Walk For Warmth.

If I Was Wrong In Yielding To Persuasion Once, Remember That It Was To Persuasion Exerted On The Side Of Safety, Not Of Risk. When I Yielded, I Thought It Was To Duty; But No Duty Could Be Called In Aid Here. In Marrying A Man Indifferent To Me, All Risk Would Have Been Incurred And All Duty Violated.

What Dreadful Hot Weather We Have! It Keeps One In A Continual State Of Inelegance.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope...i Have Loved None But You.

They Were Within Twenty Yards Of Each Other, And So Abrupt Was His Appearance, That It Was Impossible To Avoid His Sight. Their Eyes Instantly Met, And The Cheeks Of Each Were Overspread With The Deepest Blush. He Absolutely Started, And For A Moment Seemed Immoveable From Surprise; But Shortly Recovering Himself, Advanced Towards The Party, And Spoke To Elizabeth, If Not In Terms Of Perfect Composure, At Least Of Perfect Civility.