John is a physician, and perhaps-(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)- perhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster. He has no patience with faith, an intense horror of superstition, and he scoffs openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures. John laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage. Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it. It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer.Ī colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity-but that would be asking too much of fate!
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