Her Own Thoughts And Reflections Were Habitually

You Deserve A Longer Letter Than This; But It Is My Unhappy Fate Seldom To Treat People So Well As They Deserve.

Had Elizabeth Been Able To Encounter His Eye, She Might Have Seen How Well The Expression Of Heartfelt Delight, Diffused Over His Face, Became Him; But, Though She Could Not Look, She Could Listen, And He Told Her Of Feelings, Which, In Proving Of What Importance She Was To Him, Made His Affection Every Moment More Valuable.

Her Spirits Wanted The Solitude And Silence Which Only Numbers Could Give.

Loss Of Virtue In A Female Is Irretrievable; That One False Step Involves Her In Endless Ruin; That Her Reputation Is No Less Brittle Than It Is Beautiful; And That She Cannot Be Too Much Guarded In Her Behaviour Towards The Undeserving Of The Other Sex.

I Have A High Respect For Your Nerves. They Are My Old Friends.