19 Sep
2010
19 Sep
'10
9:39 p.m.
S the flight of what remained of this! I cannot repeat the thoughts we uttered to each other, the confidences we exchanged, the glimpses of the happy future that broke upon me. Joy seemed to fill my cup even to overflowing; happiness danced before my bewildered mind; the longing of my womanly nature was satisfied with the knowledge that my
affection was returned. Out of all the world in which he had to choose, he had preferred _me_. That night was made restless by the
very fulness of my happiness. At breakfast the next morning, Jane questioned me on my so
