weeks, nobody knows for what, I could not believe it for some time & scarcely can now however it is a fact they say. Mama must pay the wedding visit.”
This piece of girlish logic was ultimately justified, and the gossip thus transmitted through a series of young ladies was confirmed.
The impression produced by the letter on the most distinguished child of this union may be seen in the following note:--
I thank you for the curious little scrap of information so nearly involving my dearest interests,--whether I should be myself or somebody else,--and such a train of vital facts as my household shews (sic) me.
How oddly our antenatal history comes out!
A few months ago my classmate Devens told me he had recently seen an old woman who spoke of remembering me as a baby and that I was brought up on the bottle — which has made me feel as tenderly every time I visit my wine cellar as Romulus and Remus did when Faustula carried them to the menagerie and showed them the wolf in his cage.
Our life is half under ground--quantum vertice, etc.
Here are two rootlets of mine that accident has brought to light, not very important to the race, but having an odd sort of interest for one at least.
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