some time
in the
hope of
meeting
you. Will
you do me
the honour
of reading
that
letter?”
And then,
with a
slight
bow,
turned
again into
the
plantation,
and was
soon out
of sight.
With no
expectation
of
pleasure,
but with
the
strongest
curiosity,
Elizabeth
opened the
letter,
and, to
her still
increasing
wonder,
perceived
an
envelope
containing
two sheets
of
letter-paper,
written
quite
through,
in a very
close
hand. The
envelope
