His Own Enjoyment, Or His Own Ease,

Sense Will Always Have Attractions For Me.

Know Your Own Happiness.

Eleanor Went To Her Room "where She Was Free To Think And Be Wretched.

Yes, You Know Enough Of My Frankness To Believe Me Capable Of That. After Abusing You So Abominably To Your Face, I Could Have No Scruple In Abusing You To All Your Relations.

The Person, Be It Gentleman Or Lady, Who Has Not Pleasure In A Good Novel, Must Be Intolerably Stupid.