Jane Talbot
Copyright© 2024 by Charles Brockden Brown
Letter LXIV
To Mrs. Talbot
New York, December 12.
I cannot leave this shore without thanking the mistress of my destiny for all her goodness. Yet I should not have ventured thus to address you, had I not seen a letter--Dearest creature, blame not your friend for betraying you. Think it not a rash or injurious confession that you have made.
And is it possible that you have not totally forgotten the sweet scenes of our childhood, --that absence has not degraded me in your opinion, --and that my devotion, if it continue as fervent as now, may look, in a few years, for its reward?
Could you prevail on yourself to hide these generous emotions from me? To suffer me to leave my country in the dreary belief that all former incidents were held in contempt, and that, so far from being high in your esteem, my presence was troublesome, my existence was irksome, to you?
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