From: Love-Letters of Margaret Fuller, 1845-1846
Published: 1903 New York
It is for me to regret now that I have troubled a gentle heart far more than was intended. I only wished to be satisfied, and when you told me how you had viewed the incident I really was so. Do not think of it ever again.
It would be more generous to be more confiding, but I cannot. You must see me as I am. Trifles affect me to joy or pain, but I can be absolutely frank. You will see whether you find me fastidious and exacting. Our education and relations are so different, and those of each as yet scarce known to the other—slight misunderstandings may arise. Fate does not seem to favour my wish to hear more of your life and the position of your mind. But I do not feel, that, whatever I may know, I can misunderstand what is deepest. I have seen the inmost heart, what the original nature is. I am thus far confiding.
Tell me, if it is not wrong for me to ask, what was the “severe loss?” What has power to make you “heart-sick?”
I hear my host and his sweet little wife singing together. If I were only alone with them, I should have urged your stay; you would like them, but there are so many corner-pieces besides in the parlour with living eyes, that are over-busy in taking note, I do not invite any friend to face them.
P. S. Do not fancy, that I have lost this day by staying. I have been well engaged and it has been still and sweet alone in my room by the bright fire with the rain falling so musically outside. One feels at home on the earth such days. I am sorry, that you should have come here in the wet for nought; but hope, your day, also, is closing pleasantly.
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