I had saved it all day--never opened it till this evening: it was scarcely glanced over: I _cannot bear_ to lose it.

Oh, my letter!" "Hush! don't cry and distress yourself so cruelly.

What is it worth?
Hush! Come out of this cold room; they are going to send for the police now to examine further: we need not stay here--come, we will go down." A warm hand, taking my cold fingers, led me down to a room where there was a fire.

Dr.John and I sat before the stove.

He talked to me and soothed me with unutterable goodness, promising me twenty letters for the one lost.