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You Are Very Kind In Planning Presents For Me To Make, And My Mother Has Shown Me Exactly The Same Attention; But As I Do Not Choose To Have Generosity Dictated To Me, I Shall Not Resolve On Giving My Cabinet To Anna Till The First Thought Of It Has Been My Own.

Do Not Give Way To Useless Alarm; Though It Is Right To Be Prepared For The Worst, There Is No Occasion To Look On It As Certain.

Vanity Was The Beginning And The End Of Sir Walter Elliot's Character; Vanity Of Person And Of Situation. He Had Been Remarkably Handsome In His Youth; And, At Fifty-four, Was Still A Very Fine Man. Few Women Could Think More Of Their Personal Appearance Than He Did, Nor Could The Valet Of Any New Made Lord Be More Delighted With The Place He Held In Society. He Considered The Blessing Of Beauty As Inferior Only To The Blessing Of A Baronetcy; And The Sir Walter Elliott, Who United These Gifts, Was The Constant Object Of His Warmest Respect And Devotion.

An Agreeable Manner May Set Off Handsome Features, But Can Never Alter Plain Ones.

What Do You Know Of My Heart? What Do You Know Of Anything But Your Own Suffering. For Weeks, Marianne, I've Had This Pressing On Me Without Being At Liberty To Speak Of It To A Single Creature. It Was Forced On Me By The Very Person Whose Prior Claims Ruined All My Hope. I Have Endured Her Exultations Again And Again Whilst Knowing Myself To Be Divided From Edward Forever. Believe Me, Marianne, Had I Not Been Bound To Silence I Could Have Provided Proof Enough Of A Broken Heart, Even For You.