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I will tell you, My Dear Philip, where I stood Saturday noon
when ozias came with your letter, for as you know so well each place in
our part of the house, It may perhaps be a pleasure for you to k now, where
I was made so happy with the certainty that I held in my hand a letter form
you. I had looked often from the window after the stage came in, in hopes
of seeing Ozias come this way from the post-office; finally I see him start
from his window and pass through the building where the post-office is and
come towards Mr. Wainwright’s. I then felt almost sure he must have
a letter for me, and went to the door, to meet him. Philip, you don’t
forget where I stood when you bade me that pleasant “Good-night.”
It was there – where I have parted from you so often, - that I took
your letter from Ozias. – you will know of course that I read it in
my chamber. You managed so well not to tell me who it was that wrote you
I was sick, that I believe I shall not ask you till that January day comes;
but at some future time when you are comfortably seated in a rocking chair,
and “we have a good time and no company,” I shall trouble your
memory a little to know who it was, that was foolish enough, to write you
I was sick, and what your troubles were before, as well as after you received
my letter. I am willing to risk all you could have had after you received
it, but I do not think it strange that you should wondered, before, that
I did not write sooner. The twenty second of last month, Philip, I was alone
all day, and could think each shown where I was the year before. I was not
very well, and did not go to church, I , however, intended to have gone
to our grove in the evening, but was disappointed, as I have been every
time this summer that I have written you I would go. About sunset, Mr. Sargeant
came here, and about an hour afterwards, Mr. Clarke came, he stayed till
quite late, so the whole of my evening was broken up. Any other evening
I should have been happy to have seen those gentlemen, but I was sincerely
sorry they came then, for that evening, Dear Philip, I meant should have
been yours, as it was, my thoughts were about you, though, not [the next
part is the crosshatching] – Monday morning Ozias has past come for
my letter – he says (cross hatch) |
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