She Felt That She Could So Much

But Remember That The Pain Of Parting From Friends Will Be Felt By Everybody At Times, Whatever Be Their Education Or State. Know Your Own Happiness. You Want Nothing But Patience; Or Give It A More Fascinating Name: Call It Hope.

Life Could Do Nothing For Her, Beyond Giving Time For A Better Preparation For Death.

The Truth Is, That In London It Is Always A Sickly Season. Nobody Is Healthy In London, Nobody Can Be.

There Is A Quickness Of Perception In Some, A Nicety In The Discernment Of Character, A Natural Penetration, In Short, Which No Experience In Others Can Equal.

'my Fingers,' Said Elizabeth, 'do Not Move Over This Instrument In The Masterly Manner Which I See So Many Woman's Do. They Have Not The Same Force Of Rapidity And Do Not Possess The Same Expression. But Then I Have Always Supposed It To Be My Own Fault - Because I Would Not Take The Trouble Of Practicing. It Is Not That I Do Not Believe My Fingers As Capable As Any Other Woman's Of Superior Execution.' Darcy Smiled And Said, 'you Are Perfectly Right.'