Two hundred is not a fantastical number, but I am told it is the number of evenings we have spent in each other's company. In such a time, I recollect that we have made many acquaintances. Do you recall our visit to the town of Pensacola? Everything was neat and proper there, and gentlemen were seldom in our company. Or perhaps you remember the small number that showed up at Sunday Services, or that have written after some lengthy absence. It appears, I have not been without opportunity, but I am convinced that I am not the woman who could make these happy.
I often wonder if such a gentleman and I have already met. Perhaps there is need for one to intercede. Or perhaps, he is to be a new acquaintance in due time. Mr. Radar continues to appear from time to time. Mr. Voldemort and Mr. Friendly also require my company some afternoons.
I am eager for a turn about the gardens with a certain two or three who have been mentioned over the course of our correspondence, but as our visit tonight comes to an end, I am satisfied with my position in the community. If I am to never marry,
But I should very much like to avoid such contentment. Perhaps such avoidance might begin tomorrow?...
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