Let there be an end of this suspense.

Fix, commit, condemn yourself." Such sensations, however, were too near akin to resentment to be long guiding Fanny's soliloquies.

She was soon more softened and sorrowful.
His warm regard, his kind expressions, his confidential treatment, touched her strongly.

He was only too good to everybody.

It was a letter, in short, which she would not but have had for the world, and which could never be valued enough.