Mary Wollstonecraft,
Original Stories from Real Life…
(1796)
“ This woman has a little soul, she never attended to truth, and obtaining a great part of her fortune by falsehood, it has blighted all her enjoyments. She inhabits that superb house, wears the gayest clothes, and rides in that beautiful carriage, without feeling pleasure. Suspicion, and the cares it has given birth to, have wrinkled her countenance, and banished every trace of beauty, which paint in vain endeavours to repair. ”
