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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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LETTERS. 153

hood, in old age, in temptation, in joy and. in sorrow, in / f

our last hour, in the hour of strife, and in the hour of |

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Axsra, 19th November, 1830.

Heaven be praised! the weather is fine, bright, and
mild. You have, I hope, a pleasant journey. We speak
of you continually; make remarks on the weather every
other minute, and, for the first time in my life, I find this
to be one of the most interesting topics. My dearest Char-
lotte! Since we parted from one another I have been like
sour, unripe fruit. I was tolerably calm when you left;
but the agony began soon after. Yesterday, all the after-
noon and evening, I felt a dreadful longing to see you
once more; to ee you, weep, and bless you, and to
pray you to forgive every little unkindness of which I may
have been guilty towards you. My tears are flowing while
I am writing this. Charlotte, my dearest Charlotte! will
you perhaps one day forget how warmly, how long, how
sincerely we have been united? Will the novel scenes
and new relations into which you enter, the novel sensa-
tions which gradually will fill your soul, ever let old mem-
ories wane? I dread it sometimes. But, above all, may
you be happy — feel yourself happy. That is all I want.

I have no heart for brothers-in-law ; I feel that they take
from me what I hold dearest — my sisters. But may
perhaps one day be able to convert me. If he makes his
wife happy, he shall in me find an affectionate and grateful
sister.

Now for a sketch of every-day life. In rain, wind, and
in darkness, Hedda and I drove to Arsta, while you and
your husband drove in another direction under the same
celestial signs. We got soaked, shaken, and fatigued, but
were concerned only about you. In Egyptian darkness we
came to old Castle Blow-hard, where we found our mother
and Agatha cheerful, comfortable, and well, longing to chat

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