It Isn't What We Say Or Think

She Was Humbled, She Was Grieved; She Repented, Though She Hardly Knew Of What. She Became Jealous Of His Esteem, When She Could No Longer Hope To Be Benefited By It. She Wanted To Hear Of Him, When There Seemed The Least Chance Of Gaining Intelligence. She Was Convinced That She Could Have Been Happy With Him, When It Was No Longer Likely They Should Meet.

Sitting With Her On Sunday Evening - A Wet Sunday Evening - The Very Time Of All Others When If A Friend Is At Hand The Heart Must Be Opened, And Every Thing Told.

It Is Very Often Nothing But Our Own Vanity That Deceives Us.

My Heart Is, And Always Will Be, Yours.

I Am Sorry To Tell You That I Am Getting Very Extravagant And Spending All My Money: And What Is Worse For You, I Have Been Spending Yours Too.