I . . . Am Always Half

How She Might Have Felt Had There Been No Captain Wentworth In The Case, Was Not Worth Enquiry; For There Was A Captain Wentworth: And Be The Conclusion Of The Present Suspense Good Or Bad, Her Affection Would Be His Forever. Their Union, She Believed, Could Not Divide Her More From Other Men, Than Their Final Separation.

She Is Tolerable, But Not Handsome Enough To Tempt Me, And I Am In No Humor At Present To Give Consequence To Young Ladies Who Are Slighted By Other Men.

There, He Had Seen Every Thing To Exalt In His Estimation The Woman He Had Lost, And There Begun To Deplore The Pride, The Folly, The Madness Of Resentment, Which Had Kept Him From Trying To Regain Her When Thrown In His Way.

Upon The Whole, Therefore, She Found, What Has Been Sometimes Found Before, That An Event To Which She Had Looked Forward With Impatient Desire, Did Not In Taking Place, Bring All The Satisfaction She Had Promised Herself. It Was Consequently Necessary To Name Some Other Period For The Commencement Of Actual Felicity; To Have Some Other Point On Which Her Wishes And Hopes Might Be Fixed, And By Again Enjoying The Pleasure Of Anticipation, Console Herself For The Present, And Prepare For Another Disappointment.

I Cannot Think Well Of A Man Who Sports With Any Woman's Feelings; And There May Often Be A Great Deal More Suffered Than A Stander-by Can Judge Of.