I Cannot Help Thinking That

I Was Quiet But I Was Not Blind.

She Attracted Him More Than He Liked.

It Taught Me To Hope, As I Had Scarcely Ever Allowed Myself To Hope Before.

Real Solemn History, I Cannot Be Interested In.... The Quarrels Of Popes And Kings, With Wars And Pestilences In Every Page; The Men All So Good For Nothing, And Hardly Any Women At All.

Reflection Must Be Reserved For Solitary Hours; Whenever She Was Alone, She Gave Way To It As The Greatest Relief; And Not A Day Went By Without A Solitary Walk, In Which She Might Indulge In All The Delight Of Unpleasant Recollections.