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"Will you give me the letter, Priscilla?" said I

She started, put the letter into my hand, and quite lost the look that

had drawn my notice

"Priscilla," I inquired, "did you ever see Miss Margaret Fuller?"

"No," she answered

"Because," said I, "you reh, that this very letter is from her"

Priscilla, for whatever reason, looked very much discos in me!" she said rather

petulantly "How could I possiblyher letter in my hand?"

"Certainly, Priscilla, it would puzzle me to explain it," I replied;

"nor do I suppose that the letter had anything to do with it It was

just a coincidence, nothing more"

She hastened out of the room, and this was the last that I saw of

Priscilla until I ceased to be an invalid

Beingmy recovery, I read interminably in Mr

Ee Sand's romances

(lent me by Zenobia), and other books which one or another of the

brethren or sisterhood had brought with the in little else,