She was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.
She was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.
They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.
When a woman has five grown-up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.
Elinor could sit still no longer. She almost ran out of the room, and as soon as the door was closed, burst into tears of joy, which at first she thought would never cease.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
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