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I suppose I pitied you, and therefore accepted your offer, because<br />
I knew your sorrow so well. Remember, I was there when our uncle cursed loudly<br />
outside the library door, shouting at you for taking life from her and from this<br />
house. I know you looked for your mother in your books; I searched for mine<br />
among the trees. Once I stole a book, the smallest I could find, from your library<br />
and ran out to the second grove of trees behind the house. I stayed there the whole<br />
afternoon, nearly ripping out pages as I flipped back and forth, hoping I could, in<br />
the very least, find your mother, who could then lead me to mine. Unsuccessful, I<br />
almost abandoned my search until one day, three years ago, I crept into the library<br />
after supper and found a book lying open on the desk. For years I’d curiously peeked<br />
into your sacred room, but never had I seen a book marked and sitting out. The<br />
poem you left for me seemed to be penned with the dark, sad blood from your own<br />
old heart. I resolved from that day forward never to withhold anything from you.<br />
But in withholding, I had to gather my true feelings within my fists<br />
and wait to scatter them during my long walks through the woods. Reticence does<br />
not come naturally to me as it does to you, and I am afraid that I have deeply suffered<br />
for it. At first, when I thought of our upcoming marriage, I would be taken<br />
with a slight trembling in my arms, followed by a headache that would pound until<br />
my eyes were overtaken by the dark pulsations. My only hope was that the pains<br />
would be a sufficient retribution for my deceitfulness.<br />
Unfortunately, the debilitating short spells of shaking and mindlessness<br />
were not the last or the worst of my ailments, as I am sure you have noted. My<br />
skin, browned and sometimes bruised from my roaming out of doors, could never<br />
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