An Englishwoman's Love-Letters

te drowsy. Bless me, dearest; all to-day has belonged to you; and to-morrow, I know, waits to become yours without the asking: just as without the asking I too am yours. I wish it w

my brain of them. Some day you shall think well of m

so sure that I know you better. If my mind is so clear about you, it shows that you are good for me. Now for nearly three months I may not see you again; but all that time you will be growing in my heart; and at the end without another word from you I shall find that I know

py or impatient while this good thing has been withheld from me? Indeed my love for you has occupied me too completely: I have been so glad to find how much there is to learn in a good

ine months that seem years ago? It was the seed then, and seemed small; but the whole life was there; and it has grown and grown till now it is I who hav

die! You love me: that is wonderful! You love me: and already it is not wonderful in the least! but belongs to Noah and the ark and all the animals saved up for an ear

hangs a portrait in a big wig, but otherwise the image of my father, of a man who flouted the authority of James II. merely because he was so like my father in character that he could do nothing else. I shall lo

id say, and did what I did yesterday, that your heart was bound to come for mine. But it was those small things that

be ashamed or think myself forward since I have your love. All this ti

words, it is here! If silence goes better wi

ink greatly of me!