1 You may deem me romantic, my dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend.
2 I know, I feel she was innocent; you are of the same opinion, and that confirms me.
3 Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless and free from the misery I now feel.
4 If you feel thus, we shall assuredly be happy, however present events may cast a gloom over us.
5 Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature.
6 In these last moments I feel the sincerest gratitude towards those who think of me with kindness.
7 'I am about to undertake that task; and it is on that account that I feel so many overwhelming terrors.
8 But I did not feel the inconvenience of the weather; my imagination was busy in scenes of evil and despair.
9 The nearer I approached to your habitation, the more deeply did I feel the spirit of revenge enkindled in my heart.
10 The picture I present to you is peaceful and human, and you must feel that you could deny it only in the wantonness of power and cruelty.
11 I might be driven into the wide Atlantic and feel all the tortures of starvation or be swallowed up in the immeasurable waters that roared and buffeted around me.
12 It was indeed but a passing trance, that only made me feel with renewed acuteness so soon as, the unnatural stimulus ceasing to operate, I had returned to my old habits.
13 I am already far north of London, and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight.
14 As I heard it, the whole truth rushed into my mind, my arms dropped, the motion of every muscle and fibre was suspended; I could feel the blood trickling in my veins and tingling in the extremities of my limbs.
15 I feel exquisite pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood, before misfortune had tainted my mind and changed its bright visions of extensive usefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self.
16 The labours I endured were no longer to be alleviated by the bright sun or gentle breezes of spring; all joy was but a mockery which insulted my desolate state and made me feel more painfully that I was not made for the enjoyment of pleasure.
17 But I have one want which I have never yet been able to satisfy, and the absence of the object of which I now feel as a most severe evil, I have no friend, Margaret: when I am glowing with the enthusiasm of success, there will be none to participate my joy; if I am assailed by disappointment, no one will endeavour to sustain me in dejection.
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