Accept my warme&longs;t acknowledgment,
my good friend, for your kindne&longs;s—
Your letter &longs;ufficiently explains your

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former anxiety—it has removed all ambiguities.

YOUR &longs;ervant entered ha&longs;tily with the letter—
and gave it me with evident tokens of
its containing a matter of importance.—My
father was pre&longs;ent—I broke it open, not
without agitation—I read it—but the &longs;hock
was too &longs;evere—it fell from my hands, and I
&longs;unk into the chair.

MY sainting was not of any duration. I
opened my eyes and found my father supporting
me—but the idea of Harriot was
&longs;till engraven deeply in my heart—I inquired
for my &longs;i&longs;ter—the tear rolled down his
cheek—it was a &longs;ufficient an&longs;wer to my inquiry—
He &longs;aid nothing—there was no necessity
of his &longs;aying a word.

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COULD I a&longs;k him to explain your letter?
No—my heart anticipated his feelings—
the impropriety &longs;truck me at once. “You
have a tale to unfold.” Do not delay to unfold
it.

Adieu!