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Dear Diary, Today I Tried Not To Think About Mr. Knightly. I Tried Not To Think About Him When I Discussed The Menu With Cook... I Tried Not To Think About Him In The Garden Where I Thrice Plucked The Petals Off A Daisy To Ascertain His Feelings For Harriet. I Don't Think We Should Keep Daisies In The Garden, They Really Are A Drab Little Flower. And I Tried Not To Think About Him When I Went To Bed, But Something Had To Be Done.

Here I Have Opportunity Enough For The Exercise Of My Talent, As The Chief Of My Time Is Spent In Conversation.

Brandon Is Just The Kind Of Man Whom Every Body Speaks Well Of, And Nobody Cares About; Whom All Are Delighted To See, And Nobody Remembers To Talk To.

My Courage Always Rises With Every Attempt To Intimidate Me.

A Woman, Especially, If She Have The Misfortune Of Knowing Anything, Should Conceal It As Well As She Can.