We Neither Of Us Perform To Strangers.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope...i Have Loved None But You.

He Is Also Handsome," Replied Elizabeth, "which A Young Man Ought Likewise To Be, If He Possibly Can. His Character Is Thereby Complete.

To Wish Was To Hope, And To Hope Was To Expect

To Be Claimed As A Good, Though In An Improper Style, Is At Least Better Than Being Rejected As No Good At All.

If I Could But Know His Heart, Everything Would Become Easy.