Leave me, leave me, if I distress you; leave me, hate me, forget me; but do not torture me so. Oh! how easy for those who have no sorrow of their own to talk of exertion! Happy, happy Elinor, you cannot have an idea of what I suffer!
- Sense and Sensibility, Chapter 29
For four months, Marianne, I have had all this hanging on my mind, without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. If you can think me capable of ever feeling — surely you may suppose that I have suffered now. If I had not been bound to silence, perhaps nothing could have kept me entirely — not even what I owed to my dearest friends — from openly shewing that I was very unhappy.
- Sense and Sensibility, Chapter 37
She took her candle and looked closely at the cabinet…
- Northanger Abbey, Chapter 21
To Elizabeth it appeared that, had her family made an agreement to expose themselves as much as they could during the evening, it would have been impossible for them to play their parts with more spirit or finer success.
- Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 18
Anne, coming quietly down from Louisa’s room, could not but hear what followed, for the parlour door was open.
“Then it is settled, Musgrove,” cried Captain Wentworth, “that you stay, and that I take care of your sister home. But as to the rest, as to the others, If one stays to assist Mrs. Harville, I think it need be only one. Mrs. Charles Musgrove will, of course, wish to get back to her children; but if Anne will stay, no one so proper, so capable as Anne.”
She paused a moment to recover from the emotion of hearing herself so spoken of. The other two warmly agreed to what he said, and she then appeared.
“You will stay, I am sure; you will stay and nurse her,” cried he, turning to her and speaking with a glow, and yet a gentleness, which seemed almost restoring the past. She coloured deeply, and he recollected himself and moved away.
- Persuasion, Chapter 12
Emma Woodhouse and Harriet Smith
Sylvestra Le Touzel as Fanny Price, 1983
There was no recovering Miss Taylor…
- Emma, Chapter 2
There was so much attachment to Captain Wentworth in all this, and such a bewitching charm in a degree of hospitality so uncommon, so unlike the usual style of give-and-take invitations, and dinners of formality and display, that Anne felt her spirits not likely to be benefited by an increasing acquaintance among his brother-officers.
"These would have been all my friends," was her thought; and she had to struggle against a great tendency to lowness.
- Persuasion, Chapter 11