A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can't see--that's my idea of happiness.
A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can't see--that's my idea of happiness.
Who was she, what was she that she should hold herself superior? What view of life, what design upon fate, what conception of happiness, had she that she pretended to be larger than this large occasion? If she would not do this, then she must do great things, she must do something greater.
The time-honoured bread-sauce of the happy ending.
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