Quote#Happiness
An unusual sensation possesses my breast — a sensation which I once…
Quote byHannah Webster Foster · 1758–1840
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Coquette or, The History of Eliza Wharton (1797), Letter 1.
English (original)
An unusual sensation possesses my breast — a sensation which I once thought could never pervade it on any occasion whatever. It is pleasure, pleasure, my dear Lucy, on leaving my paternal roof.
— Hannah Webster Foster
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