We Neither Of Us Perform To Strangers.

...i Will Not Allow Books To Prove Any Thing." "but How Shall We Prove Any Thing?" "we Never Shall.

I Will Be Calm. I Will Be Mistress Of Myself.

It's Such A Happiness When Good People Get Together.

Her Companion's Discourse Now Sunk From Its Hitherto Animated Pitch, To Nothing More Than A Short, Decisive Sentence Of Praise Or Condemnation On The Face Of Every Woman They Met; And Catherine, After Listening And Agreeing As Long As She Could,with All The Civility And Deference Of The Youthful Female Mind, Fearful Of Hazarding An Opinion Of Its Own In Opposition To That Of A Self-assured Man, Especially Where The Beauty Of Her Own Sex Is Concerned, Ventured At Length To Vary The Subject.

We Certainly Do Not Forget You, So Soon As You Forget Us. It Is, Perhaps, Our Fate Rather Than Our Merit. We Cannot Help Ourselves.