What value will there ever be in life, if we are not together?
I have no money, no property, I am entirely dependent upon that bizarre old lunatic, my uncle. I cannot yet offer marriage, but you must know what I feel. Jane, I’m yours. God, I’m yours. I’m yours, heart and soul. Much good that is.
How can you, of all people, dispose of yourself without affection?
Swifts, on a fine morning in May, flying this way, that way, sailing around at a great hight, perfectly happily. Then –
Then, one leaps onto the back of another, grasps tightly and forgetting to fly they both sink down and down, in a great dying fall, fathom after fathom, until the female utters…
The female utters a loud, piercing cry…
… of ecstasy.
Is this conduct commonplace in the natural history of Hampshire?
Good God. There’s writing on both sides of those pages.
I have been told there is much to see upon a walk, but all I’ve detected so far is a general tendency to green above and brown below.
I would regard it as a mark of extreme favour if you would stoop to honour me with this next dance.
Vice leads to difficulty, virtue to reward. Bad characters come to bad ends.
What rules of conduct apply in this rural situation? We have been introduced, have we not?
If you wish to practice the art of fiction, to be considered the equal of a masculine author, experience is vital.
Your ignorance is understandable since you lack… What shall we call it? The history?
Condemns you to it and your writing to the status of female accomplishment. If you wish to practice the art of fiction, to be the equal of a masculine author, experience is vital.
