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We Are All Fools In Love.

She Was Sensible And Clever, But Eager In Everything; Her Sorrows, Her Joys, Could Have No Moderation.

It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us. Women Fancy Admiration Means More Than It Does. And Men Take Care That They Should.

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.

Vanity Working On A Weak Head, Produces Every Sort Of Mischief.