You Have Delighted Us Long Enough.

Catherine Hoped At Least To Pass Uncensured Through The Crowd. As For Admiration, It Was Always Very Welcome When It Came, But She Did Not Depend On It.

And Pictures Of Perfection, As You Know, Make Me Sick And Wicked.

I Am Not At All In A Humour For Writing; I Must Write On Till I Am.

[i]t Is Well To Have As Many Holds Upon Happiness As Possible.

Had I Not Been Bound To Silence I Could Have Provided Proof Enough Of A Broken Heart, Even For You.