17981798
People :
Author : Mary Wollstonecraft
Text :
Sunday Night.
I have just received your letter, and feel as if I could not go to bed tranquilly without saying a few words in reply—merely to tell you, that my mind is serene, and my heart affectionate.
Ever since you last saw me inclined to faint, I have felt some gentle twitches, which make me begin to think, that I am nourishing a creature who will soon be sensible of my care.—This thought has not only produced an overflowing of tenderness to you, but made me very attentive to calm my mind and take exercise, lest I should destroy an object, in whom we are to have a mutual interest, you know. Yesterday—do not smile!—finding that I had hurt myself by lifting precipitately a large log of wood, I sat down in an agony, till I felt those said twitches again.
Are you very busy?
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So you may reckon on its being finished soon, though not before you come home, unless you are detained longer than I now allow myself to believe you will.—
Be that as it may, write to me, my best love, and bid me be patient—kindly—and the expressions of kindness will again beguile the time, as sweetly as they have done to-night.—Tell me also over and over again, that your happiness (and you deserve to be happy!) is closely connected with mine, and I will try to dissipate, as they rise, the fumes of former discontent, that have too often clouded the sunshine, which you have endeavored to diffuse through my mind. God bless you! Take care of yourself, and remember with tenderness your affectionate
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I am going to rest very happy, and you have made me so.—This is the kindest good-night I can utter.
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Chronology :
November 30, 1797 : Volume 1, Letter 5 -- Publication.
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