indeed
fallen so
low," said
Charlotte,
"as to be
only
pitied?
Will the
voice of
approbation
no more
meet my
ear? and
shall I
never
again
possess a
friend,
whose face
will wear
a smile of
joy
whenever I
approach?
Alas! how
thoughtless,
how
dreadfully
imprudent
have I
been! I
know not
which is
most
painful to
endure,
the sneer
of
contempt,
or the
glance of
compassion,
which is
depicted
in the
various
countenances
of my own
sex: they
are both
