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mountain's-side, I could almost have believed it came from there, and was not earthly music. All at once, in this serenity, great Nature spoke to me; and soothed me to lay down my weary head upon the grass, and weep as I had not wept yet, since Dora died! ¡¡¡¡I had found a packet of letters awaiting me but a few minutes before, and had strolled out of the village to read them while my supper was making ready. Other packets had missed me,
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and I had received none for a long time. Beyond a line or two, to say that I was well, and had arrived at such a place, I had not had fortitude or constancy to write a letter since I left home. ¡¡¡¡The packet was in my hand. I opened it, and read the writing of Agnes. ¡¡¡¡She was happy and useful, was prospering as she had hoped. That was all she told me of herself. The rest referred to me.