1 The world, I believe, never saw a better woman.
2 "Her mother is a very good sort of woman," was Catherine's answer.
3 No man will admire her the more, no woman will like her the better for it.
4 A woman especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.
5 Her mother was a woman of useful plain sense, with a good temper, and, what is more remarkable, with a good constitution.
6 Mrs. Thorpe was a widow, and not a very rich one; she was a good-humoured, well-meaning woman, and a very indulgent mother.
7 In marriage, the man is supposed to provide for the support of the woman, the woman to make the home agreeable to the man; he is to purvey, and she is to smile.
8 I am very glad to hear you say so; she is just the kind of young woman I could wish to see you attached to; she has so much good sense, and is so thoroughly unaffected and amiable; I always wanted you to know her; and she seems very fond of you.
9 He looked as handsome and as lively as ever, and was talking with interest to a fashionable and pleasing-looking young woman, who leant on his arm, and whom Catherine immediately guessed to be his sister; thus unthinkingly throwing away a fair opportunity of considering him lost to her forever, by being married already.