Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.

“There is so much of gratitude or vanity in almost every attachment, that it is …”

“It may be easily believed that however little of novelty could be added to thei…”

“Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laug…”

“She regained the street--happy in this, that though much had been forced on her…”