May I ask you what these questions tend?' 'Merely to the illustration of your character,' said she, endeavouring to shake off her gravity. 'I am trying to make it out.' 'And what is your success?' She shook her head. 'I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.
May I ask you what these ...
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Business, you know, may bring you money, but friendship hardly ever does.
Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.
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But are they all horrid, are you sure they are all horrid? [Referring to Gothic novels, fashionable in England at the beginning of the 19th century, but frowned upon in polite society.]