what a trust is to be placed in that man’s hands to-morrow! If ever he forgets it—if ever he injures a hair of her head!----
THE TWENTY-SECOND OF DECEMBER. Seven o’clock. A wild, unsettled morning. She has just risen—better and calmer, now that the time has come, than she was yesterday.
Ten o’clock. She is dressed. We have kissed each other—we have promised each other not to lose courage. I am away for a moment in
what a trust is to be placed in that man’s hands to-morrow! If ever he forgets it—if ever he injures a hair of her head!----
THE TWENTY-SECOND OF DECEMBER. Seven o’clock. A wild, unsettled morning. She has just risen—better and calmer, now that the time has come, than she was yesterday.
Ten o’clock. She is dressed. We have kissed each other—we have promised each other not to lose courage. I am away for a moment in
