It Was A Gloomy Prospect, And All

Everybody's Heart Is Open, You Know, When They Have Recently Escaped From Severe Pain, Or Are Recovering The Blessing Of Health.

Selfishness Must Always Be Forgiven You Know, Because There Is No Hope Of A Cure.

...when Pain Is Over, The Remembrance Of It Often Becomes A Pleasure.

A Scheme Of Which Every Part Promises Delight, Can Never Be Successful; And General Disappointment Is Only Warded Off By The Defence Of Some Little Peculiar Vexation.

That Will Do Extremely Well, Child. You Have Delighted Us Long Enough. Let The Other Young Ladies Have Time To Exhibit.