Vanity, Not Love, Has Been My Folly.

She Tried To Explain The Real State Of The Case To Her Sister. "i Do Not Attempt To Deny," Said She, "that I Think Very Highly Of Him--that I Greatly Esteem, That I Like Him." Marianne Here Burst With Forth With Indignation: "esteem Him! Like Him! Cold-hearted Elinor. Oh! Worse Than Cold-hearted! Ashamed Of Being Otherwise. Use Those Words Again, And I Will Leave The Room This Moment." Elinor Could Not Help Laughing. "excuse Me," Said She, "and Be Assured That I Meant No Offence To You, By Speaking, In So Quiet A Way, Of My Own Feelings.

Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

I Cannot Fix On The Hour, Or The Spot, Or The Look Or The Words, Which Laid The Foundation. It Is Too Long Ago. I Was In The Middle Before I Knew That I Had Begun.

My Courage Always Rises With Every Attempt To Intimidate Me.

I Know So Many Who Have Married In The Full Expectation And Confidence Of Some One Particular Advantage In The Connection, Or Accomplishment, Or Good Quality In The Person, Who Have Found Themselves Entirely Deceived, And Been Obliged To Put Up With Exactly The Reverse. What Is This But A Take In?