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I　thank　and　bless　you　my　dearest　Henrietta　and　Arabel—my　own　dearest　kindest　sisters！—what　I　suffered　in　reaching　Orleans；—at　last　holding　all　these　letters　in　my　hands；　can　only　be　measured　by　my　deep　gratitude　to　you；　and　by　the　tears　and　kisses　I　spent　upon　every　line　of　what　you　wrote　to　me…　dearest　kindest　that　you　are。　The　delay　of　the　week　in　Paris　brought　me　to　the　hour　of　my　death　warrant　at　Orleans—my　‘death　warrant'　I　called　it　at　the　time；　I　was　so　anxious　and　terrified。　Robert　brought　in　a　great　packet　of　letters…　and　I　held　them　in　my　hands；　not　able　to　open　one；　and　growing　paler　and　colder　every　moment。　He　wanted　to　sit　by　me　while　I　read　them；　but　I　would　not　let　him。　I　had　resolved　never　to　let　him　do　that；　before　the　moment　came—so；　after　some　beseeching；　I　got　him　to　go　away　for　ten　minutes；　to　meet　the　agony　alone；　and　with　more　courage　so；　according　to　my　old　habit　you　know—And　besides；　it　was　right　not　to　let　him　read…。　最好的txt下載網

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They　were　very　hard　letters；　those　from　dearest　Papa　and　dearest　George—To　the　first　I　had　to　bow　my　head—I　do　not　seem　to　myself　to　have　deserved　that　full　cup；　in　the　intentions　of　this　act—but　he　is　my　father　and　he　takes　his　own　view；　of　course；　of　what　is　before　him　to　judge　of。　But　for　George；　I　thought　it　hard；　I　confess；　that　he　should　have　written　to　me　so　with　a　sword。　To　write　to　me　as　if　I　did　not　love　you　all；—I　who　would　have　laid　down　my　life　at　a　sign；　if　it　could　have　benefited　one　of　you　really　and　essentially—with　the　proof；　you　should　have　had　life　and　happiness　at　a　sign。

It　was　hard　that　he　should　use　his　love　for　me　to　half　break　my　heart　with　such　a　letter—Only　he　wrote　in　excitement　and　in　ignorance。　I　ask　of　God　to　show　to　him　and　the　mo