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Letter 13 - To Jane Talbot |
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_ Letter XIII - To Jane Talbot To Jane Talbot New York, October 19. You need not come to see me, Jane. I will not see you. Lay me not under the cruel necessity of shutting my door against you, for _that_ must be the consequence of your attempt. After reading your letter, and seeing full proof of your infatuation, I resolved to throw away my care no longer upon you; to think no more of you; to act just as if you never had existence; whenever it was possible, to shun you; when I met you, by chance, or perforce, to treat you merely as a stranger. I write this letter to acquaint you with my resolution. Your future letters cannot change it, for they shall all be returned to you unopened. I know you better than to trust to the appearance of half-yielding reluctance which your letter contains. Thus it has always been, and as often as this duteous strain flattered me with hopes of winning you to reason, have I been deceived and disappointed. I trust to your discernment, your seeming humility, no longer. No child are you of mine. You have, henceforth, no part in my blood; and may I very soon forget that so lost and betrayed a wretch ever belonged to it! I charge you, write not to me again. H.F. _ |
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