"Is that possible?
Does a man ever know a woman as another woman knows her ?" Anne felt that she was not only being diverted from her purpose, but led by a side tract to an unexplored profundity.

On the further side of it she discerned, dimly, the undesirable.

It was a murky region, haunted by still murkier presences, by Lady Cayley and her kind.

She persisted with a magnificent irrelevance.
"You must know her.

You would like her." He didn't in the least want to know Mrs.Eliott, he didn't think that he would like her.