I longed to go to Brussels; but how could I get
there? I wished for one, at least, of my sisters to share the
advantage with me. I fixed on Emily. She deserved the reward, I
knew. How could the point be managed? In extreme excitement, I wrote
a letter home, which carried the day. I made an appeal to aunt for
assistance, which was answered by consent. Things are not settled;
yet it is sufficient to say we have a _chance_ of going for half a
year. Dewsbury Moor is relinquished. Perhaps, fortunately so. In my
secret soul, I believe there is no cause to regret it. My plans for
the future are bounded to this intention: if I once get to Brussels,
and if my health is spared, I will do my best to make the utmost of
every advantage that shall come within my reach. When the half-year
is expired, I will do what I can.
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"Believe me, though I was born in April, the month of cloud and
sunshine, I am not changeful. My spirits are unequal, and sometimes I
speak vehemently, and sometimes I say nothing at all; but I have a
steady regard for you, and if you will let the cloud and shower pass
by, be sure the sun is always behind, obscured, but still existing."
At Christmas she left her situation, after a parting with her employers
which seems to have affected and touched her greatly.
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