Do Not Consider Me Now As An

She Hardly Knew How To Suppose That She Could Be An Object Of Admiration To So Great A Man.

When I Fall In Love, It Will Be Forever.

Vanity Working On A Weak Head, Produces Every Sort Of Mischief.

Fine Dancing, I Believe, Like Virtue, Must Be Its Own Reward.

From All That I Can Collect By Your Manner Of Talking, You Must Be Two Of The Silliest Girls In The Country. I Have Suspected It Some Time, But I Am Now Convinced.