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and assurances of love, fills my
heart with a gladness and gratitude
that language is too poor to
express. I wish I were with you
this pleasant Sunday evening, my darling;
we would talk about that
visit to Cave Spring and live it
over again with wakening memories
of soul-thrilling pleasure. How I
was a'most afraid to miss my Cousin
Marg; how kind I thought she was
to seem pleased all the time with
my "rude, unvarnished" conversation.
and how I thought no wonder
everyone who knows her, speaks
her praise; and she would make
such a sweet little wife, just
the one to cheer a body in moments
of despondence with her sweet
smile, and her low sweet voice
raised in strains of soothing, Heavenly
harmony. And then I wondered
if she loved anybody; if the
the sweet, mysterious emotion had