None Of Us Want To Be In

Her Companion's Discourse Now Sunk From Its Hitherto Animated Pitch, To Nothing More Than A Short, Decisive Sentence Of Praise Or Condemnation On The Face Of Every Woman They Met; And Catherine, After Listening And Agreeing As Long As She Could,with All The Civility And Deference Of The Youthful Female Mind, Fearful Of Hazarding An Opinion Of Its Own In Opposition To That Of A Self-assured Man, Especially Where The Beauty Of Her Own Sex Is Concerned, Ventured At Length To Vary The Subject.

Well, My Comfort Is, I Am Sure Jane Will Die Of A Broken Heart, And Then He Will Be Sorry For What He Has Done.

There Could Have Been No Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison

She Felt That She Could So Much More Depend Upon The Sincerity Of Those Who Sometimes Looked Or Said A Careless Or A Hasty Thing, Than Of Those Whose Presence Of Mind Never Varied, Whose Tongue Never Slipped.

Everybody Has Their Taste In Noises As Well As In Other Matters.