I told you so, over and over and over again." "I know you did; but I didnt think you were in earnest." "No, you never can conceive my being in earnest when I differ from you, until the event proves me to be right." "I am afraid it will kill Constance." "_Dont_, Marian!" cried Elinor, giving her chair a violent swing.
"I am quite serious.

You know how delicate she is." "Well, if she dies of any sentiment, it will be wounded vanity.

Serve her right for allowing a man to be forced into marrying her.

I believe she knows in her soul that he does not care about her.

Why else should she be jealous of me, of you, and of everybody ?" "It seems to me that instead of sympathizing with the unfortunate girl, both you and Marmaduke exult in her disappointment." "I pity her, poor little wretch.