…she Felt Depressed Beyond Any Thing She

Her Eye Fell Everywhere On Lawns And Plantations Of The Freshest Green; And The Trees, Though Not Fully Clothed, Were In That Delightful State When Farther Beauty Is Known To Be At Hand, And When, While Much Is Actually Given To The Sight, More Yet Remains For The Imagination.

They Parted At Last With Mutual Civility, And Possibly A Mutual Desire Of Never Meeting Again.

His Own Enjoyment, Or His Own Ease, Was, In Every Particular, His Ruling Principle.

I Will Not Say That Your Mulberry Trees Are Dead; But I Am Afraid They're Not Alive.

Marianne Was Silent; It Was Impossible For Her To Say What She Did Not Feel, However Trivial The Occasion.