This Was A Lucky Recollection

Whatever Bears Affinity To Cunning Is Despicable.

Now They Were As Strangers; Nay Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted.

He Had An Affectionate Heart. He Must Love Somebody.

How She Might Have Felt Had There Been No Captain Wentworth In The Case, Was Not Worth Enquiry; For There Was A Captain Wentworth: And Be The Conclusion Of The Present Suspense Good Or Bad, Her Affection Would Be His Forever. Their Union, She Believed, Could Not Divide Her More From Other Men, Than Their Final Separation.

Marry Me. Marry Me, My Wonderful, Darling Friend.