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Sometimes a wilful tear would fall,
then with numberless kisses & pressing
me closely to his heart, he would
say, "my darling, can you think
I love you less because I have told
you what a dear friend Miss Bettie
is"? So, Sweet Sister I erected bright
castles in the air, but they were
doomed to a cruel & sudden
destruction: true I should not have
built my hopes on such an un-
certain foundation, for in the first
place he had never determined in
his own mind whether his feelings
towards you were as deep as they
should be to the wife of his bosom:
he often told me that he felt towards
you as he had never felt before,
that he had a very peculiar feeling
whenever approaching Ingleside &
knowing that he would see you &
yet he would question, "is this love"?
I laughed at his incredulity, telling
him that he had lost his heart