My Dear Mr. Bennet," Said His Lady

And Pictures Of Perfection, As You Know, Make Me Sick And Wicked.

Woman Is Fine For Her Own Satisfaction Alone. No Man Will Admire Her The More, No Woman Will Like Her The Better For It. Neatness And Fashion Are Enough For The Former, And A Something Of Shabbiness Or Impropriety Will Be Most Endearing To The Latter.

I Understand Crawford Paid You A Visit?" "yes." "and Was He Attentive?" "yes, Very." "and Has Your Heart Changed Towards Him?" "yes. Several Times. I Have - I Find That I - I Find That-" "shh. Surely You And I Are Beyond Speaking When Words Are Clearly Not Enough.... I Missed You." "and I You.

He Listened To Her With Silent Attention, And On Her Ceasing To Speak, Rose Directly From His Seat, And After Saying In A Voice Of Emotion, 'to Your Sister I Wish All Imaginable Happiness; To Willoughby, That He May Endeavor To Deserve Her,' Took Leave, And Went Away.

Undoubtedly ... There Is A Meanness In All The Arts Which Ladies Sometimes Condescend To Employ For Captivation. What Bears Affinity To Cunning Is Despicable.