You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half

Elizabeth Had Never Been More At A Loss To Make Her Feelings Appear What They Were Not. It Was Necessary To Laugh, When She Would Rather Have Cried.

If I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More.

But Are They All Horrid, Are You Sure They Are All Horrid? [referring To Gothic Novels, Fashionable In England At The Beginning Of The 19th Century, But Frowned Upon In Polite Society.]

How Horrible It Is To Have So Many People Killed! And What A Blessing That One Cares For None Of Them!

What A Shame, For I Dearly Love To Laugh.