Friendship and love, in such minds, are the same.
Perhaps so, madam.
Can there be any doubt?
When the lover and the friend are united, the heart is reluctant to own its feelings can be equalled.
Ought you not to avoid such a book, Frank; at least for the present?
If it led me into error; otherwise not. I think I know what were the author's mistakes; and he not only teaches but impresses, rivets, volumes of truth in my mind.
The recollection of what had just passed with Clifton forced itself upon me, Louisa; it made me desirous of putting a question to Frank on the subject, and I asked—
What is your opinion of promises?
I think them superfluous, nugatory, and therefore absurd.
Without exception?