Lost Letters Letter 72 - October 17th, 1897 Dear Sarah, A day, or night, doesn’t pass by without our trepidation worsening. Fredrick pretends to be unbothered, perhaps not wishing to upset me, but I find myself more restless than ever. I sometimes am inclined to believe a madman is tiptoeing by our window in the dead of night. How deceitful the eyes are in the moonlight! But I do ponder my own sanity. Around one o’clock a.m., unable to sleep, I crawled out of bed and passed by the mirror in the hall. I rubbed my eyes and gazed at my reflection. Yet walking away, though keeping my glance, I saw that it still stood within the frame—its face unchanging. Your loving, lunatic friend, Elizabeth Return to Lost Letters Next Lost Letter Previous Lost Letter Click below to play ambient sounds.

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