Letter 67 - April 23rd, 1842
Dearest Abagail,
How very humble you are; yet it was truly of no concern whether our dance was graceful or ‘ungraceful.’ I care a great deal more for this grand waltz we call ‘life.’ If your steps were ungainly, they were certainly no more than my own. However, your sincerity, warmth, and meekness are what I discerned that night above all else. And I assure you that no shadowed corner can obscure this. You say ‘one thousand’ troubles daunted your very spirit; may I enquire about these burdens of yours? I should hope these melancholies of which you write are not so heavy upon your heart.
Your own friend,
William Fairhurst
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