Scowlshadow

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?

Butterflywhite

She stared at him in astonishment, and as she read something of the significant hieroglyphic of his battered face, her lips whitened.

Ravenshade

He spoke of the happiness that was now certainly theirs, of the folly of not breaking sooner out of that magnificent prison of latter-day life, of the old romantic days that had passed from the world for ever. Knavecyber.

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!