From: Love-Letters of Margaret Fuller, 1845-1846
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Published: 1903 New York
Saturday morning.
I sealed my letter last night and don’t know what is in it, but it seems as if there was nothing. No response at all, and yet my mind has been enfolded in your thought, as a branch with a flame. Now the branch, perhaps too green, looks only black upon the hearth, yet if there is nothing, wait.
Are you very busy? If not, walk up through John Street toward the Doctor’s about twenty minutes past ten. But if you are busy, don’t disturb yourself. I go that way at any rate.
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