I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit. - Jane Austen

The Webbs are really gone! When I saw the waggons at the door, and thought of all the trouble they must have in moving, I began to reproach myself for not having liked them better, but since the waggons have disappeared my conscience has been closed again, and I am excessively glad they are gone.

She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.

To her own heart it was a delightful affair, to her imagination it was even a ridiculous one, but to her reason, her judgment, it was completely a puzzle.