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Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. She drew a breath, and sighed it out. In this letter, which is addressed to my ill-fated mother, he speaks of his friendship for Sir Rowland, whom it seems he had known abroad; but entreats her to keep the marriage secret for a time, for reasons which are not fully developed. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. Stanley, to which the two ladies subordinated themselves intelligently. My business is with Lady Trafford.
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