There Was No Being Displeased

I Cannot Think Well Of A Man Who Sports With Any Woman's Feelings; And There May Often Be A Great Deal More Suffered Than A Stander-by Can Judge Of.

Everybody's Heart Is Open, You Know, When They Have Recently Escaped From Severe Pain, Or Are Recovering The Blessing Of Health.

There Could Have Been No Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison

Her Companion's Discourse Now Sunk From Its Hitherto Animated Pitch, To Nothing More Than A Short, Decisive Sentence Of Praise Or Condemnation On The Face Of Every Woman They Met; And Catherine, After Listening And Agreeing As Long As She Could,with All The Civility And Deference Of The Youthful Female Mind, Fearful Of Hazarding An Opinion Of Its Own In Opposition To That Of A Self-assured Man, Especially Where The Beauty Of Her Own Sex Is Concerned, Ventured At Length To Vary The Subject.

Every Man Is Surrounded By A Neighborhood Of Voluntary Spies.