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required by another- my husband needed them all. So I sought out a
school conducted on a more indulgent system, and near enough to permit
of my visiting her often, and bringing her home sometimes. I took care
she should never want for anything that could contribute to her
comfort: she soon settled in her new abode, became very happy there,
and made fair progress in her studies. As she grew up, a sound English
education corrected in a great measure her French defects; and when
she left school, I found in her a pleasing and obliging companion:
docile, good-tempered, and well-principled. By her grateful
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attention to me and mine, she has long since well repaid any little
kindness I ever had it in my power to offer her.
My tale draws to its close: one word respecting my experience of
married life, and one brief glance at the fortunes of those whose
names have most frequently recurred in this narrative, and I have
done.
I have now been married ten years. I know what it is to live
entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself
supremely blest- blest beyond what language can express; because I
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