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Monday has again brought the pleasant duty of writing to you. Imagine me sitting all alone in my cozy room, with a bright fire burning in the grate and no Sarah to disturb the harmony of my thoughts. At night, I'm mistress "of all I survey, with none to molest or" pull the clothes off my side, or to send me, scarcely awake, to drop, or if already dropped, to raise the window etc. Surely, one would think I ought to be happy, but like the child I believe I still "love to be teased" and jump up in the night to listen to sounds which never reach my poor ears, if so be I'm not alone. --But I must not turn [[unclear]] of our darling Sarah. She is sadly missed here but | Monday has again brought the pleasant duty of writing to you. Imagine me sitting all alone in my cozy room, with a bright fire burning in the grate and no Sarah to disturb the harmony of my thoughts. At night, I'm mistress "of all I survey, with none to molest or" pull the clothes off my side, or to send me, scarcely awake, to drop, or if already dropped, to raise the window etc. Surely, one would think I ought to be happy, but like the child I believe I still "love to be teased" and jump up in the night to listen to sounds which never reach my poor ears, if so be I'm not alone. --But I must not turn [[unclear]] of our darling Sarah. She is sadly missed here but | ||
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When have you heard from John? | |||
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Saratoga, Nov. 29, 1858 Dear Sister Anna: Monday has again brought the pleasant duty of writing to you. Imagine me sitting all alone in my cozy room, with a bright fire burning in the grate and no Sarah to disturb the harmony of my thoughts. At night, I'm mistress "of all I survey, with none to molest or" pull the clothes off my side, or to send me, scarcely awake, to drop, or if already dropped, to raise the window etc. Surely, one would think I ought to be happy, but like the child I believe I still "love to be teased" and jump up in the night to listen to sounds which never reach my poor ears, if so be I'm not alone. --But I must not turn unclear of our darling Sarah. She is sadly missed here but
When have you heard from John?