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She Was Not Often Invited To Join In The Conversation Of The Others, Nor Did She Desire It. Her Own Thoughts And Reflections Were Habitually Her Best Companions.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope. Tell Me Not That I Am Too Late, That Such Precious Feelings Are Gone For Ever.

My Characters Shall Have, After A Little Trouble, All That They Desire.

Nothing Is More Deceitful Than The Appearance Of Humility.

If There Is Any Thing Disagreeable Going On, Men Are Always Sure To Get Out Of It.