If I Am Wrong, I Am Doing

I Have Now Attained The True Art Of Letter-writing, Which We Are Always Told, Is To Express On Paper Exactly What One Would Say To The Same Person By Word Of Mouth.

I Cannot Make Speeches, Emma...if I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More. But You Know What I Am. You Hear Nothing But Truth From Me. I Have Blamed You, And Lectured You, And You Have Borne It As No Other Woman In England Would Have Borne It.

Anne Hoped She Had Outlived The Age Of Blushing; But The Age Of Emotion She Certainly Had Not.

I Do Suspect That He Is Not Really Necessary To My Happiness.

…but Then I Am Unlike Other People I Dare Say.