There was so little left to be done after he arrived at the preparation for the tea, that he was almost sorry the obligation of eating and drinking came so soon to prevent his watching Margaret. She handed him his cup of tea with the proud air of an unwilling slave; but her eye caught the moment when he was ready for another cup; and he almost longed to ask her to do for him what he saw her compelled to do for her father, who took her little finger and thumb in his masculine hand, and made them serve as sugar-tongs.
Some literary works are mortal; Jane Austen’s are immortal.
- Harold Bloom
I dont want to posses you, i want to marry you because i love you