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July- August 1780 from Delia
"I am afraid that in my last letter I have let you see too much
of the trouble and torments of my heart, forgive me, oh my dear
Jones! I did not have all my senses, my mind had been confused
and it was tearing my soul. Dear and sympathetic friend,
you can not know of my pain and of my horrible suffering.
Ah! Is it possible to love the adorable Jones and not die at the
fear of losing him, or that another and more fortunate woman had
made him forget that there dwells far away from him, a being,
sensitive, and tender, who is perhaps worthy of his memory and
his regard? Your fortunate country is going to claim you.
Ah! No doubt that she considers you her guardian god, but she
cannot know you are the god of my heart and of all its
devotions. You were made to have friends who love you, and
who await you with impatience. Dear and loveable Jones, amidst
all the testimonies of their friendship you should remember me,
and you should tell yourself: there exists one person who
depends on you for all her happiness, or the for most cruel
torments.
Farewell, farewell, you who are the much too dear and too fatal
to my peace. May fate be always as favorable to you as my heart
is. Nothing will equal your glory and your happiness. Please
receive my dearest thanks for your kindness to my brother, may
he always be worthy of it: I really do not understand why he
does not send me any news,
for I believe that I deserve this mark of friendship.
Good-bye, good-bye. Receive with kindness all the good wishes
of your tender and faithful friend."
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