Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 8
LETTER VIII.
Monday Night [December 30.]
My best love, your letter to-night was particularly grateful to my heart, depressed by the letters I received by ———, for he brought me several, and the parcel of books directed to Mr. ——— was for me. Mr. ———'s letter was long and very affectionate; but the account he gives me of his own affairs, though he obviously makes the best of them, has vexed me.
A melancholy letter from my sister ——— has also harrassed my mind—that from my brother would have given me sincere pleasure; but for
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There is a spirit of independence in his letter, that will please you; and you shall see it, when we are once more over the fire together.—I think that you would hail him as a brother, with one of your tender looks, when your heart not only gives a lustre to your eye, but a dance of playfulness, that he would meet with a glow half made up of bashfulness, and a desire to please the———where shall I find a word to express the relationship which subsists between us?—Shall I ask the little twitcher?—But I have dropt half the sentence that was to tell you how much he would be inclined to love the man loved by his sister. I have been fancying myself sitting between you, ever since I began to write, and my heart has leaped at the thought!—You see how I chat to you.
I did not receive your letter till I came home; and I did not expect it, for the post came in much later than usual. It was a cordial to me—and I wanted one.
Mr. ——— tells me that he has written again and again.—Love him a little!—It would be a kind of separation, if you did not love those I love.
There was so much considerate tenderness in your epistle to-night, that, if it has not made you dearer to me, it has made me forcibly feel how very dear you are to me, by charming away half my cares.
Yours affectionately
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