James Fenimore Cooper,
Precaution: A Novel
“ But you, Emily, are unsuspected. It is easy for you to affect a gaiety you do not feel." "I neither affect nor feel any gaiety," said her sister, mildly. "But are there not the eyes of One on us, of infinitely more power to punish or reward than what may be found in the opinions of the world? Have we no duties? For what is our wealth, our knowledge, our time given us, but to improve for our own and for the eternal welfare of those around us? Come then, my sister, we have both been deceived--let us endeavor not to be culpable." "I wish, from my soul, we could leave Bath," cried Jane. ”
