She Was Convinced That She Could Have

There Seemed A Gulf Impassable Between Them.

He Had An Affectionate Heart. He Must Love Somebody.

Walter Scott Has No Business To Write Novels, Especially Good Ones. He Has Fame And Profit Enough As A Poet, And Should Not Be Taking The Bread Out Of Other People's Mouths.

She Was Stronger Alone; And Her Own Good Sense So Well Supported Her, That Her Firmness Was As Unshaken, Her Appearance Of Cheerfulness As Invariable, As, With Regrets So Poignant And So Fresh, It Was Possible For Them To Be.

Let Other Pens Dwell On Guilt And Misery.