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but as long as he remains at home, I scarce dare hope for peace in the house.

We must all, I fear, prepare for a season of distress and disquietude.
When I left you, I was strongly impressed with the feeling that I was going back to sorrow." "August, 1845.
"Things here at home are much as usual; not very bright as it regards Branwell, though his health, and consequently his temper, have been somewhat better this last day or two, because he is now _forced to_ abstain." "August 18th, 1845.
"I have delayed writing, because I have no good news to communicate.
My hopes ebb low indeed about Branwell.

I sometimes fear he will never be fit for much.