You Must Be The Best Judge Of

To Her Own Heart It Was A Delightful Affair, To Her Imagination It Was Even A Ridiculous One, But To Her Reason, Her Judgment, It Was Completely A Puzzle.

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.

Have A Little Compassion On My Nerves. You Tear Them To Pieces.

A Person Who Can Write A Long Letter With Ease, Cannot Write Ill.

I Understand Crawford Paid You A Visit?" "yes." "and Was He Attentive?" "yes, Very." "and Has Your Heart Changed Towards Him?" "yes. Several Times. I Have - I Find That I - I Find That-" "shh. Surely You And I Are Beyond Speaking When Words Are Clearly Not Enough.... I Missed You." "and I You.