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Depression

           

           IprayHeaventhatInevermayforgetthedeargirlinherloveandtruth,atthattimeofmylife;forifIshould,Imustbedrawingneartheend,andthenIwoulddesiretorememberherbest!Shefilledmyheartwithsuchgoodresolutions,strengthenedmyweaknessso,byherexample,sodirectedIknownothow,shewastoomodestandgentletoadvisemeinmanywordsthewanderingardourandunsettledpurposewithinme,thatallthelittlegoodIhavedone,andalltheharmIhaveforborne,IsolemnlybelieveImayrefertoher.

           AndhowshespoketomeofDora,sittingatthewindowinthedark;listenedtomypraisesofher;praisedagain;androundthelittlefairy-figureshedsomeglimpsesofherownpurelight,thatmadeityetmorepreciousandmoreinnocenttome!Oh,Agnes,sisterofmyboyhood,ifIhadknownthen,whatIknewlongafterwards!

           Therewasabeggarinthestreet,whenIwentdown;andasIturnedmyheadtowardsthewindow,thinkingofhercalmseraphiceyes,hemademestartbymuttering,asifhewereanechoofthemorning:‘Blind!Blind!Blind!’

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