NOVEMBER 8.
Charlotte has reproved me for my excesses, with so much tenderness and
goodness! I have lately been in the habit of drinking more wine than heretofore.
“Don’t do it,” she said. “Think of Charlotte!” “Think of you!” I answered; “need
you bid me do so? Think of you — I do not think of you: you are ever before
my soul! This very morning I sat on the spot where, a few days ago, you
descended from the carriage, and — “ She immediately changed the subject to
prevent me from pursuing it farther. My dear friend, my energies are all
prostrated: she can do with me what she pleases.
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