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I Could Not Be Happy With A Man Whose Taste Did Not In Every Point Coincide With My Own. He Must Enter In All My Feelings; The Same Books, The Same Music Must Charm Us Both.

I Wrote Without Much Effort; For I Was Rich, And The Rich Are Always Respectable, Whatever Be Their Style Of Writing.

They Parted At Last With Mutual Civility, And Possibly A Mutual Desire Of Never Meeting Again.

Her Companion's Discourse Now Sunk From Its Hitherto Animated Pitch, To Nothing More Than A Short, Decisive Sentence Of Praise Or Condemnation On The Face Of Every Woman They Met; And Catherine, After Listening And Agreeing As Long As She Could,with All The Civility And Deference Of The Youthful Female Mind, Fearful Of Hazarding An Opinion Of Its Own In Opposition To That Of A Self-assured Man, Especially Where The Beauty Of Her Own Sex Is Concerned, Ventured At Length To Vary The Subject.

In Every Power, Of Which Taste Is The Foundation, Excellence Is Pretty Fairly Divided Between The Sexes.