There Is Safety In Reserve, But No

I Am Happier Than Jane; She Only Smiles, I Laugh. Mr. Darcy Sends You All The Love In The World, That He Can Spare From Me.

She Went, However, And They Sauntered About Together Many A Half Hour In Mr. Grant's Shrubbery, The Weather Being Unusually Mild For The Time Of Year, And Venturing Sometimes Even To Sit Down On One Of The Benches Now Comparatively Unsheltered, Remaining There Perhaps Till, In The Midst Of Some Tender Ejaculation Of Fanny's On The Sweets Of So Protracted An Autumn, They Were Forced By The Sudden Swell Of A Cold Gust Shaking Down The Last Few Yellow Leaves About Them, To Jump Up And Walk For Warmth.

…she Felt Depressed Beyond Any Thing She Had Ever Known Before.

A Very Short Trial Convinced Her That A Curricle Was The Prettiest Equipage In The World.

Business, You Know, May Bring You Money, But Friendship Hardly Ever Does.