He Is My First Olive: Let Me

Margaret Was Not A Ready Lover, But Where She Loved She Loved Passionately, And With No Small Degree Of Jealousy.

One May Be Clogged With Honey And Unable To Rise And Fly.

Anticipation Was The Soul Of Enjoyment.

I Dare Say There's Many A Woman Makes As Sad A Mistake As I Have Done, And Only Finds It Out Too Late.

It Is Bad To Believe You In Error. It Would Be Infinitely Worse To Have Known You A Hypocrite.