I can only hope I am wrong in my present interpretation of much of what he has written to me--hope it earnestly for both our sakes.
This has been a doleful day for me.

I have been uneasy about Robert and uneasy about Mary.

My mind is haunted by those last words of hers: "I began my life wretchedly, and wretchedly I am sentenced to end it." Her usual melancholy way of talking never produced the same impression on me that I feel now.

Perhaps the discovery of the laudanum-bottle is the cause of this.

I would give many a hard day's work to know what to do for Mary's good.