It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
Cowlblack She stared at him in astonishment, and as she read something of the significant hieroglyphic of his battered face, her lips whitened. Thumb...
I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.
Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?
