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spirits were under a cloud. I feel my error.
Is it no blessing, that we two love one another so dearly—that Allan is left me—that you are settled in life—that worldly affairs go smooth with us both—above all, that our lot hath fallen to us in a Christian Country? Maria! these things are not little. I will consider Life as a long Feast, and not forget to say Grace.
(From another Letter).
"———Allan has written to me—you know, he is on a visit at his old Tutor's in Gloucestershire—he
