I made up my mind to that fate ever since I was twelve years old.
"Well! thought I, I have heard of love at first sight, but this beats all! I leave you to guess what my answer would be, convinced that you will not do me the injustice of guessing wrong." On the 14th of August she still writes from Haworth:-- "I have in vain packed my box, and prepared everything for our anticipated journey.

It so happens that I can get no conveyance this week or the next.

The only gig let out to hire in Haworth, is at Harrowgate, and likely to remain there, for aught I can hear.

Papa decidedly objects to my going by the coach, and walking to B., though I am sure I could manage it.

Aunt exclaims against the weather, and the roads, and the four winds of heaven, so I am in a fix, and, what is worse, so are you.