ack for me； with God's help； the affection of such of you as were angry。 And he loves me more and more。 Today we have been together a fortnight； and he said to me with a deep； serious tenderness…“I kissed your feet； my Ba； before I married you—but now I would kiss the ground under your feet， I love you with a so much greater love。” And this is true； I see and feel。 I feel to have the power of making him happy… I feel to have it in my hands。 It is strange that anyone so brilliant should love me；—but true and strange it is…and it is impossible for me to doubt it any more。 Perfectly happy therefore we should be； if I could look back on you all without this pang。 His family have been very kind。 His father considered him of age to judge； and never thought of interfering otherwise than of saying at the last moment；“Give your wife a kiss for me” this； when they parted。 His sister sent me a little travelling writing desk； with a word written；“” Nobody was displeased at the reserve used towards them； understanding that there were reasons for it which did not detract from his affection for them and my respect。
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But I think … think … of the suffering I caused you； my own； own Arabel； that evening！ I tremble thinking of you that evening—my own dearest dearest Arabel！ Oh； do not fancy that new affections ran undo the old。 I love you now even more； I think。 Robert is going to write to you from Pisa； and to Henrietta also。 He loves you as his sisters； he says； and wishes that