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Camden S. C. Nov 12th /67
While the last sun beams were kissing house-
top & tree-top yesterday afternoon, I was engaged at
my favorite occupation, musing in the twilight
shadows, & I determined that the result of my
meditations should be a missive to you, my own
sweet Sister, for I long for the fondly cherished
words of love, that I so seldom get from you,
once again to cheer my heart : Dearest
Bettie, such a depth of tenderness & love is called
forth by a single thought of you, I sometimes
think I ought to check such a feeling but its
indulgence may cause me pain, in future,
for the intensify of my love for you causes me
to feel jealous of the slightest encroachment on
my place in your heart, & if you are silent for an
unusual length of time, I fancy, I am not in
your thoughts; that surrounding circumstances
have made you forget the little absent pet
Sister who longs daily for the loving words that
are such priceless gems to her & for the presence