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One Has Not Great Hopes From Birmingham. I Always Say There Is Something Direful In The Sound.

An Artist Cannot Do Anything Slovenly.

Catherine [...] Enjoyed Her Usual Happiness With Henry Tilney, Listening With Sparkling Eyes To Everything He Said; And, In Finding Him Irresistible, Becoming So Herself.

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

We Are Each Of An Unsocial, Taciturn Disposition, Unwilling To Speak, Unless We Expect To Say Something That Will Amaze The Whole Room, And Be Handed Down To Posterity With All The Eclat Of A Proverb.