Now I Must Give One Smirk And

I . . . Am Always Half Afraid Of Finding A Clever Novel Too Clever--& Of Finding My Own Story & My Own People All Forestalled.

I Never Could Be So Happy As You. Till I Have Your Disposition, Your Goodness, I Never Can Have Your Happiness.

She Mediated, By Turns, On Broken Promises And Broken Arches, Phaetons And False Hangings, Tilneys And Trap-doors.

I Cannot Make Speeches, Emma...if I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More. But You Know What I Am. You Hear Nothing But Truth From Me. I Have Blamed You, And Lectured You, And You Have Borne It As No Other Woman In England Would Have Borne It.

I Declare After All There Is No Enjoyment Like Reading!