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Esther’s Narrative

           Hecameonemorning,andwhenhefirstcamein,couldonlyholdmeinhisembraceandsay,"Mydear,deargirl!"Ihadlongknown—whocouldknowbetter?—whatadeepfountainofaffectionandgenerosityhisheartwas;andwasitnotworthmytrivialsufferingandchangetofillsuchaplaceinit?"Oh,yes!"Ithought."Hehasseenme,andhelovesmebetterthanhedid;hehasseenmeandisevenfonderofmethanhewasbefore;andwhathaveItomournfor!"Hesatdownbymeonthesofa,supportingmewithhisarm.Foralittlewhilehesatwithhishandoverhisface,butwhenheremovedit,fellintohisusualmanner.Therenevercanhavebeen,therenevercanbe,apleasantermanner."Mylittlewoman,"saidhe,"whatasadtimethishasbeen.Suchaninflexiblelittlewoman,too,throughall!""Onlyforthebest,guardian,"saidI."Forthebest?"herepeatedtenderly."Ofcourse,forthebest.ButherehaveAdaandIbeenperfectlyforlornandmiserable;herehasyourfriendCaddybeencomingandgoinglateandearly;herehaseveryoneaboutthehousebeenutterlylostanddejected;herehasevenpoorRickbeenwriting—toMEtoo—inhisanxietyforyou!"IhadreadofCaddyinAda’sletters,butnotofRichard.Itoldhimso."Why,no,mydear,"hereplied."Ihavethoughtitbetternottomentionittoher.""AndyouspeakofhiswritingtoYOU,"saidI,repeatinghisemphasis."Asifitwerenotnaturalforhimtodoso,guardian;asifhecouldwritetoabetterfriend!""Hethinkshecould,mylove,"returnedmyguardian,"andtomanyabetter.

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