Our Scars Make Us Know That Our

My Characters Shall Have, After A Little Trouble, All That They Desire.

And Now I May Dismiss My Heroine To The Sleepless Couch, Which Is The True Heroine's Portion - To A Pillow Strewed With Thorns And Wet With Tears. And Lucky May She Think Herself, If She Get Another Good Night's Rest In The Course Of The Next Three Months.

Oh! I Am Delighted With The Book! I Should Like To Spend My Whole Life In Reading It.

A Man Would Always Wish To Give A Woman A Better Home Than The One He Takes Her From; And He Who Can Do It, Where There Is No Doubt Of Her Regard, Must, I Think, Be The Happiest Of Mortals.

I Am Not Romantic, You Know; I Never Was.