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I Am No Indiscriminate Novel Reader. The Mere Trash Of The Common Circulating Library I Hold In The Highest Contempt.

We All Love To Instruct, Though We Can Teach Only What Is Not Worth Knowing.

I Am Not Romantic, You Know; I Never Was.

Five Is The Very Awkwardest Of All Posible Numbers To Sit Down To Table.

She Wished Such Words Unsaid With All Her Heart