"Oh, well, come along, surely I have a right to the smooth as well as
the rough. If I am such a very second-hand affair any way, with not so
much as a name or face of my own to be proud of, I'll at least have the
advantages of my disabilities. I will know how my other, first-hand,
self was made love to and made love."
Yet no sooner had he begun to read, than he became aware that he knew
that already. For as he perused the thin, deeply-creased pages, he felt,
with a certainty independent of and passing all proof, that he had read
these sweet effusions, these innocent chronicles of home life, of
meetings and partings, pretty pleasures and junketings, not once but
many times already. He remembered them. He could almost tell what words
would meet his eye as he straightened and turned the fluttering sheets
of paper.
"--I am much concerned," wrote Agnes Rivers, "that so many months must
elapse before I can again receive news of you. I preach Patience to
myself; but that virtue, though a good servant, is but a sorrowful
master. I am pursued by fears on your account, which often move me to
tears when I am alone, or have retired to my chamber at night. You will
reprove my feminine weakness and bid me take courage. Yet I defy you to
maintain such fears are wholly misplaced, in face of the wild scenes of
tempest and of battle which you may be called upon to witness."
Again--"It grieves me that I cannot write to you of my affection with
the freedom dictated by my heart. But my means of communicating with you
amid the convulsions of the present terrible war are so uncertain, that
I constantly tremble lest my letters should fall into other hands than
yours. My good Mrs. Lambert, who, as you will remember, is ever
solicitous for the maintenance of propriety, impresses this danger upon
me, and urges reticence and circumspection. I therefore entreat you,
dear Laurence, not to measure the depth of my regard by my present
expression of it. Recall, rather, all the happy and unclouded hours we
have enjoyed together, and let them speak for me."
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