We Do Not Look In Great Cities

She Was Humbled, She Was Grieved; She Repented, Though She Hardly Knew Of What. She Became Jealous Of His Esteem, When She Could No Longer Hope To Be Benefited By It. She Wanted To Hear Of Him, When There Seemed The Least Chance Of Gaining Intelligence. She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.

Vanity And Pride Are Different Things, Though The Words Are Often Used Synonymously. A Person May Be Proud Without Being Vain. Pride Relates More To Our Opinion Of Ourselves; Vanity, To What We Would Have Others Think Of Us.

Sitting With Her On Sunday Evening - A Wet Sunday Evening - The Very Time Of All Others When If A Friend Is At Hand The Heart Must Be Opened, And Every Thing Told.

It Has Sunk Him, I Cannot Say How Much It Has Sunk Him In My Opinion. So Unlike What A Man Should Be!-none Of That Upright Integrity, That Strict Adherence To Truth And Principle, That Distain Of Trick And Littleness, Which A Man Should Display In Every Transaction Of His Life.

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.