Chapter LXXXVI: Letter VIII

You made me very low-spirited last night, by your manner of talking.—You are my only friend—the only person I am _intimate_ with.—I never had a father, or a brother—you have been both to me, ever since I knew you—yet I have sometimes been very petulant.—I have been thinking of those instances of ill humour and quickness, and they appeared like crimes.

Yours sincerely
MARY.