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ingly throwing herself into my arms, and kissing me with playful affection; but I felt a tear on my neck, as she dropped her head on my bosom and continued, with an odd mixture of sadness and levity, timidity and audacity,—"I know you are not so happy as I mean to be, for you spend half you life alone at Grass-dale, while Mr. Huntingdon goes about enjoying himself where, and how he pleases—I shall expect my husband to have no pleasures but what he shares with me; and if his greatest pleasure of all is not the enjoyment of my company—why—it will be the worse for him—that's all."
"If such are your expectations of matrimony, Esther, you must indeed, be careful whom you marry—or rather, you must avoid it altogether."
