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"Never was passion more eager, delicate, or unreserved, than that
which glowed within our breasts. Far from being cloyed with the
possession of each other, our raptures seemed to increase with the
term of our union. When we were separated, though but for a few
hours, by the necessary avocations of life, we were unhappy during
that brief separation, and met again like lovers, who knew no joy
but in one another's presence. How many delicious evenings did
we spend together, in our little apartment, after we had ordered
the candles to be taken away, that we might enjoy the agreeable
reflection of the moon in a fine summer's evening! Such a mild and
solemn scene naturally disposes the mind to peace and benevolence;
but when improved with conversation of the man one loves, it fills
the imagination with ideas of ineffable delight! For my own part,
I can safely say, my heart was so wholly engrossed by my husband,
that I never took pleasure in any diversion where he was not
personally concerned; nor was I ever guilty of one thought repugnant
to my duty and my love.


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