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that it is empty, though wherever I am a feeling of loneliness follows me, which is arroused sometimes into a real homesick feeling, either by many thoughts of you, or when some little unexpected thing occurs to remind us of you. Your likeness, taken with your dear Dr. by your side, we prize very highly, and your letters do us a vast deal of good, as Mary can testify. But O, dear Sarah, if I could only see you once more, if I could only throw my arms around your neck and lay my head on your shoulder how happy I should be