I Wonder If There Isn't A Catch

How I Wish I Lived In A Jane Austen Novel!

He Laughed A Little, In An Odd, Nervous Kind Of Way. "because If I Don't Get Going Soon, The Whole Impetus May Die--and If That Happens, Well, I Really Shall Consider A Long, Restful Plunge Into Insanity. Sometimes The Abyss Yawns Very Attractively.

Was I The Only Woman In The World Who, At My Age - And After A Lifetime Of Quite Rampant Independence - Still Did Not Quite Feel Grown Up?

I Have Really Sinned. I Am Going To Pause Now, And Sit Here On The Mound Repenting In Deepest Shame.

There Was A Wonderful Atmosphere Of Gentle Age, A Smell Of Flowers And Beeswax, Sweet Yet Faintly Sour And Musty; A Smell That Makes You Feel Very Tender Towards The Past.