Chapter XIX: Letter XVIII: Harrington to Worthy
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_Boston._
MY beloved has left me for a while—she has attended Mrs. _Francis_ in a journey to Rhodeisland—and here am I—anxious—solitary—alone!—
NO thoughts, but thoughts of _Harriot_, are permitted to agitate me. She is in my view all the day long, and when I retire to rest my imagination is still possessed with ideas of _Harriot_.
Adieu!
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The power of sympathy: or, The triumph of nature. Founded in truth.Chapter XIX: Letter XVIII: Harrington to Worthy
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