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No One Who Had Ever Seen Catherine Morland In Her Infancy, Would Have Supposed Her Born To Be A Heroine... But From Fifteen To Seventeen She Was In Training For A Heroine.

Indulge Your Imagination In Every Possible Flight.

Faultless In Spite Of All Her Faults.

Far Be It From Me, My Dear Sister, To Depreciate Such Pleasures. They Would Doubtless Be Congenial With The Generality Of Female Minds. But I Confess They Would Have No Charms For Me. I Should Infinitely Prefer A Book.

Goldsmith Tells Us, That When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, She Has Nothing To Do But To Die; And When She Stoops To Be Disagreeable, It Is Equally To Be Recommended As A Clearer Of Ill-fame.