1 One shoulder of mutton, you know, drives another down.
2 One's fortune, as your mother justly says, is NOT one's own.
3 One had rather, on such occasions, do too much than too little.
4 One thing DID disturb her; and of that she made her daily complaint.
5 One question after this only remained undecided, between them, one difficulty only was to be overcome.
6 One day's delay will not be very material; and till I have written to Mr. Ferrars, I think it ought not to be mentioned to any body else.
7 One morning, about a week after his leaving the country, Marianne was prevailed on to join her sisters in their usual walk, instead of wandering away by herself.
8 One consolation however remained for them, to which the exigence of the moment gave more than usual propriety; it was that of running with all possible speed down the steep side of the hill which led immediately to their garden gate.
9 One evening in particular, about a week after Colonel Brandon left the country, his heart seemed more than usually open to every feeling of attachment to the objects around him; and on Mrs. Dashwood's happening to mention her design of improving the cottage in the spring, he warmly opposed every alteration of a place which affection had established as perfect with him.