From his name, I suppose, of course, he
is well connected. What a constellation of
attractions to centre in one man! But you have not
told me all--his age, his family, his profession;
though I presume he has borne arms in the service
of his country, and that his manly breast is already
covered with the scars of honour. Ah! Anna, "he
jests at scars who never felt a wound." But, my
dear creature, you say that he talks of me: what
under the sun can you find to say of such a poor girl
as myself? Though I suppose you have, in the
fondness of affection, described my person to him
already. I wonder if he likes black eyes and fair
complexion. You can't conceive what a bloom the
country has given me; I really begin to look more
like a milk-maid than a lady. Dear, good aunt
Margaret has been quite sick since you left us, and
for two days I was hardly out of her room; this has
put me back a little in colour, or I should be as
ruddy as the morn. But nothing ought ever to tempt
me to neglect my aunt, and I hope nothing ever
will. Be assured that I shall beg her to write you to
spend the winter with us, for I feel already that
without you life is a perfect blank. You indeed must
have something to enliven it with a little in your
new companions, but here is nobody, just now, but
Charles Weston. Yet he is an excellent companion,
and does every thing he can to make us all happy
and comfortable.
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