till then think very affectionately of her.
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I am sitting down to dinner; so do not send an answer.
Past Twelve o'Clock, Monday night.
I obey an emotion of my heart, which made me think of wishing thee, my love, good-night! before I go to rest, with more tenderness than I can to-morrow, when writing a hasty line or two under Colonel ———'s eye. You can scarcely imagine with what pleasure I anticipate the day, when we are