She Was Without Any Power,

I Will Not Adopt That Ungenerous And Impolitic Custom So Common With Novel Writers, Of Degrading By Their Contemptuous Censure The Very Performances, To The Number Of Which They Are Themselves Adding?joining With Their Greatest Enemies In Bestowing The Harshest Epithets On Such Works, And Scarcely Ever Permitting Them To Be Read By Their Own Heroine, Who, If She Accidentally Take Up A Novel, Is Sure To Turn Over Its Insipid Leaves With Disgust.

Emma Woodhouse, Handsome, Clever, And Rich, With A Comfortable Home And Happy Disposition, Seemed To Unite Some Of The Best Blessings Of Existence; And Had Lived Nearly Twenty-one Years In The World With Very Little To Distress Or Vex Her.

Had I Not Been Bound To Silence I Could Have Provided Proof Enough Of A Broken Heart, Even For You.

I Have Not A Doubt Of Your Doing Very Well Together. Your Tempers Are By No Means Unlike. You Are Each Of You So Complying, That Nothing Will Ever Be Resolved On; So Easy, That Every Servant Will Cheat You; And So Generous, That You Will Always Exceed Your Income.

When I Have A House Of My Own, I Shall Be Miserable If I Have Not An Excellent Library.