There is no other enjoyment like reading.
This was invitation enough.
But a mind of usefulness and ingenuity seemed to furnish him with constant employment within.
I cannot, I cannot," cried Marianne; "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.
But the misfortune of speaking with bitterness is a most natural consequence of the prejudices I had been encouraging.
Oh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself.