Where, my dearest life——

No matter where. I will leave to Providence, when I am out of this

house, the direction of my future steps. I am sensible enough of my

destitute condition. I know that I have not now a friend in the world.

Even Miss Howe has given me up—or you are—But I would fain keep my

temper!—By your means I have lost them all—and you have been a

barbarous enemy to me. You know you have.

She paused.

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