It's Been Many Years Since I Had

It Sometimes Happens That A Woman Is Handsomer At Twenty-nine Than She Was Ten Years Before.

She Was Sensible And Clever, But Eager In Everything; Her Sorrows, Her Joys, Could Have No Moderation.

Emma Woodhouse, Handsome, Clever, And Rich, With A Comfortable Home And Happy Disposition, Seemed To Unite Some Of The Best Blessings Of Existence; And Had Lived Nearly Twenty-one Years In The World With Very Little To Distress Or Vex Her.

Trusting That You Will Some Time Or Other Do Me Greater Justice Than You Can Do Now.

I Have A High Respect For Your Nerves. They Are My Old Friends.