I am much better--well, indeed--thank you.

_R.B. to E.B.B._

[Post-mark, August 30, 1845.]

Can you understand me _so_, dearest friend, after all? Do you see

me--when I am away, or with you--'taking offence' at words, 'being

vexed' at words, or deeds of yours, even if I could not immediately

trace them to their source of entire, pure kindness; as I have

hitherto done in every smallest instance?

I believe in _you_ absolutely, utterly--I believe that when you bade

me, that time, be silent--that such was your bidding, and I was

silent--dare I say I think you did not know at that time the power I

have over myself, that I could sit and speak and listen as I have done

since? Let me say now--_this only once_--that I loved you from my

soul, and gave you my life, so much of it as you would take,--and all

that is _done_, not to be altered now: it was, in the nature of the

proceeding, wholly independent of any return on your part. I will not

think on extremes you might have resorted to; as it is, the assurance

of your friendship, the intimacy to which you admit me, _now_, make

the truest, deepest joy of my life--a joy I can never think fugitive

while we are in life, because I KNOW, as to me, I _could_ not

willingly displease you,--while, as to you, your goodness and

understanding will always see to the bottom of involuntary or ignorant

faults--always help me to correct them. I have done now. If I thought

you were like other women I have known, I should say so

much!--but--(my first and last word--I _believe_ in you!)--what you

could and would give me, of your affection, you would give nobly and

simply and as a giver--you would not need that I tell you--(_tell_

you!)--what would be supreme happiness to me in the event--however

distant--

I repeat ... I call on your justice to remember, on your intelligence

to believe ... that this is merely a more precise stating the _first_

subject; to put an end to any possible misunderstanding--to prevent

your henceforth believing that because I _do not write_, from thinking

too deeply of you, I am offended, vexed &c. &c. I will never recur to

this, nor shall you see the least difference in my manner next Monday:

it is indeed, always before me ... how I know nothing of you and

yours. But I think I ought to have spoken when I did--and to speak

clearly ... or more clearly what I do, as it is my pride and duty to

fall back, now, on the feeling with which I have been in the

meantime--Yours--God bless you--

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