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When the evening was over, Anne could not but be amused at the idea of her coming to Lyme, to preach patience and resignation to a young man whom she had never seen before; nor could she help fearing, on more serious reflection, that, like many other great moralists and preachers, she had been eloquent on a point in which her own conduct would ill bear examination.

Nothing was so likely to do her good as a little quiet cheerfulness at home.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex, is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.