It was impossible to quarrel with words, whose tremulous inequality showed indisposition so plainly.

“Fanny spoke her feelings. "Here's harmony!" said she; "here's repose! Here's wh…”

“She hated herself more than she could express.”

“You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to trea…”

“Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.”