Capitolo 5
and the reproaches of mine own conscience they didn't add a small to mine
inconvenient feelings, how you can suppose. I looked again at what I had
state to Oakwood and the contrast of my past and my same present really
I date me a lot of cause for uneasiness. It was few before my returned brothers
to the university I wrote to you a long letter, very long in which I gave more
what enough hole to my fool, I should say the sinful feelings. A lot
times I had assumed in his/her composition, and to get these, neglected
my exercises, etc for my masters, and it provoked a lot more than one for
days to make a formal complaint of my indolence and my Girl thoughtlessness
Harcourt. His/her remonstrations, I am ashamed confess, only it had the
effect to increase my sick-temperament. Well; Me concluded for a long time my
epistle to You, what, you/he/she had received him/it to Him, you/he/she would have been a test of
patience indeed; for him it consisted of ten or twelve from near-writings
pages in which I was magnified so my feelings of the dissatisfaction and
unhappiness that some that one has had to imagine me I didn't have anybody single
blessing left. I was folding up and I was preparing to seal him/it to me, when mother
entered my room. I have to tell him that as he/she anchors me a reproval you/he/she had not had
you give his/her lips, although I am rather sure I deserved him/it you crave before; I used
to see his seems very sorry to some burst of the irritability from me but her
you/he/she had never spoken on the subject. I almost trembled when she appeared,
for me I knew that morning that had said Miss Harcourt she has to inform her/it of
Mons. Owe her and the complaints continued of Mr. Rough. Without entering
on that subject, however she sat him from me, and with one of her really
sweets that a great quantities scolded me more than the words smiled her
he/she asked to me if I was really going to seal and to send that long letter of
the trust to You without having shown or some part of him told her.
It is probable that she asks well, dear Mary, for me I had never written first a line