For What Do We Live, But To

Told Herself Likewise Not To Hope. But It Was Too Late. Hope Had Already Entered.

Her Mind Was All Disorder. The Past, Present, Future, Every Thing Was Terrible.

Mr. Darcy Began To Feel The Danger Of Paying Elizabeth Too Much Attention.

The Longer They Were Together The More Doubtful Seemed The Nature Of His Regard, And Sometimes For A Few Painful Minutes She Believed It To Be No More Than Friendship

The Very First Moment I Beheld Him, My Heart Was Irrevocably Gone.